Todd Snider's My Second Rodeo is out today, and friends, all of us at Aimless Inc. are a little amazed we get to share this with you. Where do we even begin? The beginning. Todd saw Jerry Jeff play a Texas dance hall and that was it. That was the gig. He went at it barefoot the rest of his life, blowing the whole thing up every few years just to see if it was still him when the smoke cleared. You see, our favorite folk hero never bought into the American Dream. He lived ours instead. The Americana Dream. The one where you freewheel and don't take yourself so seriously. Or at least that's what you let people think. And last fall, he was at it again. Reinventing and rhyming. Ripping country apart and slapping it back together with horns, singers and juicy grooves around that unmistakable voice. He got it about seventy percent home and left a map that helped Joe Bisirri, Robbie Crowell and his ace band bring it the rest of the way. Getting to put the whole thing in your hands now is a really strange and fuckin' cool gift to leave us. Because what you're about to hear... is what Todd wanted you to hear. Continued in the comments ↓