Fiddle, Faddle? February 3, 2014

When I greew uhp, people called my mew-sic Heelllbeely. Heelllbeely mew
sic. Whenever I heard a sahwn…reeally it’s countray mew sic, I guess.

Charlie Acuff. Knoxville. A man who commanded a fiddle. That’s what I would have said at his funeral.

What better could describe the essence of human desire? Command. The word is inoculated against submission. It is emancipating. It is inevitably certain and woven into our programming.

“You’re Christian? Yeah?”

Deny your programming. Command your life.

Charlie Acuff did. And we should too.

like the trailer song to True Detectives?
“Young Men Dead”
The Black Angels


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