GracieHorse weaves stories into her songs. We see her as a traveling nurse, living in big blue expanse of Wyoming, dancing with a man in a crisp white Stetson, eating chicken wings in a hazmat suit, commenting on how strange a place like Los Angeles can be, how loaded it is with wannabe cowboys and fast food restaurants. She makes immaculate country music, the kind of stuff you’d put on blast in your truck as you drive down empty stretches of highway. It’s also vulnerable, her songs full of lyri...