Appalachian old-time fiddle music, journalism, copy editing, horse racing, brew pub beer, single malt scotch.
I met Jerry Garcia and Bill Monroe, which means I met everyone on Earth worth meeting. He's gone now, but I wouldn't mind meeting..ummm...George Orwell, but he died a long time ago. Oh, here's one: somebody else with the same name I have. Oh, and one other: Mr. Methane, the professional flatulist. Just a quick meeting. Really quick.Fiddle heroes, present: Chirps Smith, Bruce Greene, Bruce Molsky, Rafe Stefanini, New Lost City Ramblers, Gerry Milnes, Rayna and Dan Gellert.Fiddle heroes, past: Tommy Jarrell, Clark Kessinger, Clayton McMichen, Lowe Stokes, John Salyer.
See above. Still listen to the Dead a little. For variety: Blind Willie McTell, Blind Blake, Blind Lemon Jefferson (is there a pattern here?). Anything else, forget it. I play fiddle in Dirt Road Molly, an old-time string band. We have a MySpace Music page up for fun and general ridicule.
Cool Hand Luke, the Deer Hunter, American Beauty
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CNN Headline News with Linda Stouffer, baby....
Anything Orwell, especially Coming Up for Air. A Confederacy of Dunces. Almanacs and books of needless factoids.
Jerry Garcia, the great Appalachian fiddlers of past and present, my dad, my late mother, Jimmie Coker (a relative who played major league baseball), good newspaper copy editors, George Orwell