Summer Ends Music Festival Archive

  • One afternoon I was sitting in a Tennessee dive bar sipping on whiskey and writing poetry next to a big burly fellow that looked like he could kill me by just twitching and a country song came on the jukebox–a terrible country song, not good country. It didn’t have grit, wit or wisdom, it was sad and slow and it made my ears ache, when suddenly the man that had been slamming gigantic mugs of beer, slapped the counter loudly, looked at me with a crazy stare and said loudly, “You know what sucks about most country?” he paused to...

    Say Yeah Yeah Yeah! to Carol Pacey & The Honey Shakers

    One afternoon I was sitting in a Tennessee dive bar sipping on whiskey and writing poetry next to a big burly fellow that looked like he could kill me by just twitching and a country song came on the jukebox–a terrible country song, not good country. It didn’t have grit, wit or wisdom, it was sad and slow and it made my ears ache, when suddenly the man that had been slamming gigantic mugs of beer, slapped the counter loudly, looked at me with a crazy stare and said loudly, “You know what sucks about most country?” he paused to...

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