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A half century ago a rockabilly guitarist/neighbor invited me to his little house. What I would witness was him attacking music with the passion of a Baptist minister saving the very souls of his flock. Ralph's foot stomped with more power than the lunch blast in the nearby rock quarry. That was it. I was hooked! There was no choice but to follow music... oh, there are credits and trophies but they don't really matter. What matters is the music. The new release is part Leonard Cohen and part Kingston with a Celtic drone. Somehow, I remain connected to that first afternoon back in the hills of Eastern Tennessee and the sheer bliss of making noise. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEvGgeV3fP8
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