Songs sometimes still become minor obsessions, even here at Farmageddon. One of the present curiosities is “Matchbox,” which keeps turning up, most recently on a Carl Perkins set when I was looking for something else. (Snakes, if you must know.) […]
February, 1986 for Mary Twenty-five years spilling ink and there are no words. None. Or the wrong words. They would be angry, these words, and blind fury is no substitute for a smile borrowed from Da Vinci, now stolen. Insurgent […]
I am quite certain every DJ worth Harry Truman’s tub of warm spit will be spinning work songs this weekend. WMKY gave me two hours this month, and though I rarely pretend to market my monthly show, this one was […]
One of our regular customers called the bookstore today to ask if we stocked the new book about Paul Gilley, the songwriter from Morgan County, Kentucky. We don’t. I’d never heard of Paul Gilley. Or, rather, I’d heard something slip […]
Chapter Three: Pilgrimage to Waycross In the far reaches of southeast Georgia lies 685 square miles of black-water swamp called “Okefenokee,” meaning “trembling earth.” Underfoot, you feel and hear the squish squish of the spongy ground. In winter, the mosquitoes […]
Chapter Two: Legacy versus Legend On a bluff overlooking a bend in the St. Johns River, boys in short-sleeved shirts and ties mingle with attractive girls in summer outfits, pausing from intellectual pursuits to watch planes landing in the distance […]
ND friends: In an effort to introduce you to this new and different look at the influence of the South in Gram Parsons’ music and legacy, in this blog I’ll be excerpting some content from the book. We begin, appropriately, […]
Gram’s younger sister whose bittersweet memoirs are quoted for the first time in “Calling Me Home.”
Gram Parsons’ biological father during his military training days in Texas. Courtesy Avis Johnson Bartkus
Inside City Auditorium in Waycross where the Louvins opened up for Elvis in 1956…a landmark event for nine year old Gram Connor. Photo Mike Robinson
