Kentucky Bourbon.
Like a bitter divorce, there’s two sides to this story.
Sometimes, Kentucky Bourbon is country backroads at 100mph,
cigarettes and black coffee for breakfast, bucked bull-riders and gored rodeo clowns, exploding grandfather stills,
RIP Tobey Keith tributes in bars.
Sometimes Kentucky Bourbon gets loud.
But sometimes Kentucky Bourbon is the smell of wet wood chips,
smoke trails from a dying campfire in the morning light,
smallmouth bass tugging on the line,
the first bite of a prime rib sandwich, nothing but net.
Sometimes Kentucky Bourbon gets soft.
This playlist is for the winding journey full of roadside musical sites down to the bottom of a bourbon barrel.
By Zachary Jeremiah Moreland