09/12/2023
There was a fire in him, kindled, of all places, in rural Alabama. Only a child when it welled up fierce – his daddy workin a log train, gone and ghostlike – his mama working all the time – Hank working too, thrown into the hard but fertile ways of American south in the 30s. It only made the fire-sound more fecund, of the earth, more real - the way of the world woven with romance. The songs welled up in him and through him, and carried their way on out, landing so true for people, transcending race and class – place, time – hitting hearts, embers sparking that same flame in everyone - in you and me still. His burning happened so hard and so fast. And his tragic death so raw too, that his music – his blues, his blazing beauty, his h***y tonk soul resonates stronger and harder so. His music flows and sways, weaves its way into the roots of all good country music. It’s with honor we present this mountain celebration. Join us 9/23!
