A true treasure of modern-day Times Square or a cheesy side dish that fits right in nestled between the Olive Garden and T.G.I.Fridays? Either way you cut it, the Naked Cowboy is an undeniable fixture in the Big Apple. And apparently not one that exports well, as the Cowboy has been wrangling up a ruckus with plans to don his trademark tighty-whities and strap on his guitar for a performance this summer at the Greenhills Summer Festival in his Ohio hometown, a small suburb outside Cincinnati. But a local mayoral candidate shot off an e-mail to city council members protesting the gig, saying that the county fair of a conservative town is an indecent venue for a pants-less performance (not exactly a surprising view in the home of that whole bullshit Robert Mapplethorpe obscenity fiasco). Yet the Cowboy is standing firm is his plans to rock hard, bringing a little bit of the Apple to America’s heartland. How fucking heartwarming.