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    Musto Fabulous!

    Our gossip columnist and noted fashion plate serves up a year's worth of unforgettable images.

    By Michael Musto

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    Hog Huntin'

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    By Natalie O'Neill

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    A Miscreant's Christmas

    An ex-con's surprising blog celebrates a city's dark places.

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The Undiscovered Country

An anti-Nashville anti-star is born

By Clay McNear

Published on January 16, 2008 at 4:01am

Except to diehards, singer/songwriter Todd Snider is criminally unknown, and you have to be criminally insane if you don’t check him out. The sardonic, ironic Snider lives in Nashville, but he hardly fits that thar mold. In fact, he’s decidedly anti-Nashville, à la John Prine; a fine example of Snider’s bone-dry, humoresque oeuvre is the rollicking “Beer Run” — “B-Double-e-double-r-u-n/beer run” — a homage of sorts to another anti-Nashville anti-star, Robert Earl Keen.
Sun., Jan. 20, 8 p.m., 2008