Think of it, if you will, as the stoner-alt-folk-country-hippie version of Bob Dylan’s Chronicles. Todd Snider’s I Never Met a Story I Didn’t Like uses that same sort of no-particular-order approach to things, with the constants being Snider’s humility and humor. There are brushes with greatness of one sort or another: Tony Bennett (not that Tony Bennett but the Tony Bennett who hangs around the East Nashville car wash); Garth Brooks (who remembered Snider’s name and gave him money); Kris Kristofferson (Snider was kind of dating Kris’ daughter while he was also kind of dating Jimmy Buffett’s niece); Bill Elliott (not that Bill Elliott but cool just the same); John Mellencamp (they bonded over Where the Buffalo Roam); Slash (a chance 10:30 a.m. meeting in a hotel bar); and Moondawg (who built his own bar after being banned from all the ones in Frazier, Tenn.). There are the little thrills of small victories; there are more than a few fuck-ups and no-shows; there are epiphanies. And, yes, there are visits to rehab. I Never Met a Story I Didn’t Like would be a good read even if Snider had simply played it for the yuks. The openness that he employs in his writing is a true bonus. Snider’s even honest about the times that he might be lying. Pretty much.