I grew up in the Midwest, and back in the '70s I remember my grandmother listening to Mr. Fender on those newfangled 8-track tapes. She absolutely loved him, and she said "This is MY kind of music!" I was astounded by this, because I believe she'd been living in the Midwest her whole life and I thought his music would be outside of her range of experience or taste. I guess it just goes to show you how transcendent music can be.