Anson Carter is a maverick, which is to be expected. He’s a Texan after all, and like most Texans, he’s full of contradictions. He’s a serious artist who dresses in black, but his smile is as wide as the Rio Grande. He drives to dance hall gigs in a pick up truck, but he’s just as likely to wrangle up his fans on the Internet with a website and a MySpace page. He can belt out a country song with enough power to blow the mud flaps off a semi, then turn around and strum an acoustic love song th...