Near the bottom of my stack of indifferently folded black t-shirts rests a relic from 2003, a wry marker from the career of the late Nashville singer-songwriter David Olney. “David Olney’s World Tour of Nashville,” the back reads, listing six performances over six days. Those Music City shows, that t-shirt, some radio promotion and the usual good press notices were pretty much all the noise his eleventh (of twenty) solo studio releases made.