Feature: Big Gus Samuelson and Swampadelic

Gus Samuelson   Somewhere down in the rural, swampier parts ofLouisianathere exists an essence that seems to coil and snake up from the water and soil in wispy, faint tendrils. It is comprised of the decomposition of both man and alligator, the spiritual residue of long-gone Voodoo queens, singing Creoles, sweat and blood of freeman…

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Walking In Memphis

Memphis, Tennessee. A mention of the town’s name alone conjures images of everything from Elvis to the Mississippi River. From the luxurious Peabody Hotel and its March of the Ducks to the lowly Lorraine Motel and its wreath on the second floor balcony in front of room 306. Memphis means high crime rate, dirty streets,…

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The Statesboro Revue: Ramble On Privilege Creek

As a child of the 70’s and a lifelong music lover, I remember well the days when my first love, classic Honky Tonk Country Music, had been forced into the back seat of a figurative squad car, hand-cuffed, and door slammed shut. Then this figurative “law” gave way to a brand of country radio that…

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