The Dead South rises again

Last year, Stephen, a guy I work with, called me over to his computer and told me I had to listen to this band he discovered on YouTube. That band was The Dead South.

I assumed the band would be from Georgia or Arkansas or something; was surprised to find they are from Saskatchewan. Bloody Canadians. They toured extensively in Canada and Europe, but never the USA.  When I heard they were going to be in Tempe, AZ I bought tickets. The venue, the Yucca Tap Room sold out almost overnight. Continue reading “The Dead South rises again”

Waylon

I was raised on country music. We didn’t have a lot of music playing at my house when I was growing up, but when it was, it was Johnny Cash, Marty Robbins, Patsy Cline. We watched Hee Haw on TV. In black and white.

I was introduced to Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson when I lived in Florida. Terry Wayne, Butch and Chuck had this white dodge van that we would cruise the streets of Ocala in, with Waylon and Willie playing on the 8-track. Continue reading “Waylon”