"It's time for the uneasy listening portion of the evening, when bad things happen to good people."


Mike Henderson grins under the brim of his black cowboy hat and hits a bluesy lick on his Gibson mandolin, surveying the packed-to-the-walls Station Inn, Nashville's bluegrass nerve center and the SteelDrivers' home base when they're not on the road, an increasingly rare occurrence.
Henderson gets the expected laugh, but he's not really kidding about the darkness to come. Murder, infidelity, war—this is not the feel-good commercial country that pays the bills in Music City. But, the SteelDrivers' songs are the real deal, filled with the eternal truths of hard-core country and bluegrass.