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These are “my” Southerners. The band is the Dirty Mallards. The place is Richmond, VA, before an Old Crow Medicine Show show. The date is July, 2010. The temperature? 103. The beverages of choice? Moonshine out of the mason jar and melted ice out of the cooler.
The Mallards played in my living room this New Year’s. I was very honored even though it was less of favor and more of a reaction to dire threats of Yankee-wrath.
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This is why I fucking love the South, ya hillbilly haters. My photos look cool all put together, too.
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The one thing that will make me take a day off at my favorite magazine? My favorite band!
Floydfest with S.S. tomorrow! Old Crow Medicine Show is playing, Ketch Secor is doing some sort of “workshop” (I’d like him to workshop me, etc.). I am going to be dead-tired on Friday, but I get to take a roadtrip to Virginia to see old timey goodness. I am okay with this.
But I am a huge nerd and am going to go into the office on Saturday.
In other news, Libertopia costs some serious bank, but I am going to sell myself into an-cap slavery so maybe I can go for free. Because the ad has a circle-a turned into a circle-c that is also shiny tie-died.
If they’re not my people, I don’t know who is.
Photo reblogged from Wait - what ?
What is it about this sort of sign? It gives me shivers of delight while the Christians I grew up with were just suburban and churchy…Southern fire and brimstone is a cliche, but I’d like to see it for myself. And take the appropriate photos.
A reader sends the photograph above taken in Georgia. It’s from an exhibition just concluded in London by Alexander Shields & William Eckersley. When you look at it you begin to realize, in the words of Jon Snow:
You only begin to understand America when you reach the South.
Source: The Atlantic