by Robert Bell
9 p.m. Stickyz. $10.
As anyone who has scanned the radio dial in Central Arkansas in search of some actual country music can probably tell you, there aren't too many options. I'm not talking about your slick Nashville dudes who wear sequined jeans and use copious amounts of expensive hair products or your new so-called "outlaw" country singers and their rote laundry-list songs, with obligatory mentions of dirt roads, trucks, cold beers, small towns and probably a jingoist jab or two at vague "others." No, unfortunately, if you want to hear real country nowadays, you're going to have to seek it out.
The good news is that's easier than ever, and recent decades have still seen a good number of bands out there that still make the good stuff. One of the finest examples is probably The Derailers, a quartet that's spent nearly two decades now with an unwavering devotion to the timeless sounds of such luminaries as George Jones and Buck Owens. A few years back, the band put out a fine tribute to the latter, called "Under the Influence of Buck."