![]() 08/21/2020 at 19:46 • Filed to: None | ![]() | ![]() |
I don’t like country music but Sturgill Simpson does it for me. This song especially rings home as my great grandpa also died from working in the mines, but he was in West Virginia as an illegal immigrant from Ukraine. The road trip I was just on took me deep into the howlers of Kentucky, where you can see the pride in the history of coal mining but the devastation left behind of the towns built upon the industry that’s never coming back. It’s truly harrowing to see places that are just barely clinging on to existence and know that the future is bleak at best. The coal mines are still there, but industrialization is a motherfucker and thoughts and prayers don’t amount to jack shit. End stream of consciousness.
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Pedant alert—
Holle rs (Hollows) of Kentucky:
Howlers of Kentucky:
There is a difference. That’s all I got...
![]() 08/21/2020 at 23:18 |
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I dig Sturgill. However, he’s moved far enough away from this early sound that his last couple records can’t be considered country by any stretch. Worth checking out if you appreciate his writing.
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iPhone autocorrect sucks