Devon Sproule and Paul Curreri would have no problem fitting in here; they’re a pair of indie singers and songwriters who maintain solo careers, though they also help each other with albums and happen to be married. Where they actually live is Charlottesville, Va. But you gather from the wry, sprightly, reggae-touched meditation on touring life that opens Sproule’s fifth and latest album Don’t Hurry For Heaven — Curreri, incidentally, just released a separate new album of his own — that she’s been everywhere but home the past year or two. Something else about Sproule (besides just the makeup of her household) that holds particular meaning in Nashville is the image she chose to get across a complaint of romantic neglect in the countrypolitan title track: her guy oughta practice on her as much as he does on his beloved Martin. It’s deft, playful and a good sample of her lyric-writing gifts.