There is that unmistakable, rhythmic hum that has carried on through the years, associated with westerns. It elicits this ominous sense like you’ve just been backed into a corner by the baddest dude in town. Perhaps some tumbleweed brush rolls across the main dirt road that leads to the general store as the tune plays. If I could somehow mimic that music here in text, you’d immediately know what I was referring to. If you want to know where it originally came from, look no further than what is considered arguably the grittiest western of all time; The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. Continue Reading
