In a Marty Robbins state of mind

Thoughts of Arizona have been crossing my mind today.  The desert, the heat, the dry air, the cacti.  That western touch.

I've been doing a bit of research on the Glendale area in particular.  Which brings me around to the music of Glendale native Marty Robbins.

I grew up on Marty's music.  He was all class.  He put the "western" in country-western music, with so many cowboy songs and gunfighter ballads.

He may have sung a lot about Texas, particularly El Paso.  But he was an Arizona guy, through and through.  And that voice of his ... well, that was like pure gold.