Hidden among the unending tangles of kudzu, tucked back among the towering Georgia pines and buzzing power lines, sits a haggard little shack that seems to lean comfortably to one side. A dog lumbers by, chasing away a flock of stubborn geese before resigning himself back to the shade. It’s hot out, southern hot, where movements become as slow as the speech and the rare breeze is wet as waves. From the leaning shack comes the smell of open fire, of meat cooking on open fire, of sweat, stale beer and last night’s whiskey. Then come the sounds. A snare drum smacks like a fastball to a… read more
Hidden among the unending tangles of kudzu, tucked back among the towering Georgia pines and buzzing power lines, sits a haggard little shack that seems to lean comfortably to one side. A dog lumbers by, chasing away a flock of stubborn geese before resigning himself back to the shade. It’s h… read more
Hidden among the unending tangles of kudzu, tucked back among the towering Georgia pines and buzzing power lines, sits a haggard little shack that seems to lean comfortably to one side. A dog lumbers by, chasing away a flock of stubborn geese before resigning himself back to the shade. It’s hot out, southern hot, where movements become as slow as the speech and t… read more