Holly Gleason There used to be a joke in old-school country music: How many girl singers does it take to sing Patsy Cline’s “Crazy”? The punchline was always an eye-rolling “All of them.” It spoke to the ubiquity of Cline’s influence, as well as the tired renditions of Willie Nelson’s torch lament every “chick singer” clung to. Back in those pre-internet days, Cline’s ubiquity was word-of-mouth, but deeply felt.
