It started out kinda ‘Crazy,’ in 1961 to be exact. A 20-something-year-old bass player by the name of Willie Nelson had written a song which he generously offered up to country singer Billy Walker. Walker, however, perceived the lilting lyrics to be a bit too feminine, so he passed. The late Patsy Cline would be forever grateful to Willie for ‘Crazy,’ which she sultrily sang to stardom, and in doing so, founded a movement.
We’re familiar with what followed, from the hobo portrayed as ‘King of the Road’ to the petulant moment, ‘The day my momma socked it to the Harper Valley PTA.” Even the most vacuous pop music acolytes couldn’t help but to let Olivia Newton John know they loved her. Did they ever let her know! And who didn’t want to emulate Glenn Campbell? Even those 1975 disco divas velvet-roping at Studio 54 dreamed of landing the perfect Rhinestone Cowboy.
Year in and year out, Crossover Country hits made traitors of pop purists. Even Willie finally got his mainstream due, with 1982’s No. 5 pop chart hit, “Always on my Mind.” It wasn’t until 1983, when Dolly Parton & Kenny Rogers met on “Islands in the Stream,” taking the hit all the way to No. 1 on the charts, that crossover crossed back over to strictly Country terrain.
And now there is Sam Hunt. Never heard of him? Chances are you can recite a line or two from ‘Body Like a Back Road,’ Hunt’s Crossover Country megahit that recently landed at No. 6 on the Billboard 100. Even if you choose to be obtuse about what the song is about, you can’t help but roll the windows down and sing about “Doin’ 15 in a 30.”
That is, unless you’ve recently hit our country’s byways and all but screamed at that infuriating Sunday driver who only adheres to half the law, that is, doesn’t comprehend Slower Traffic Keep Right (!)
Unbeknownst to unassuming corporate bond holders, they too will soon be forced into the slow lane. For the moment, the vast majority fancy themselves that equally exasperating driver who won’t get out of the fast lane, determined to bully their way to their damned destination. As for the perils of tailgating, they’re for the other guy, the less agile driver with rubbery reflexes.
That’s all good and well and has been for many years. Bond market fender benders are nearly nonexistent. The question is: Will central bankers worldwide turn placid parkways into highways to hell as they ‘remove accommodation,’ to borrow from their gently genteel jargon? That’s certainly one way to interpret Federal Reserve Chair Janet Yellen’s latest promise to shrink the balance sheet ‘appreciably.’
