I had a rough time growing up. I had no group. From a young age, I was attracted to the rebels, renegades, and antiheros. I loved the shake, rattle, and roll of Elvis Presley. I was fascinated with the idea of Outlaw Country perpetuated by Johnny Cash. Most importantly, I loved the way they seemed to piss people off.
I’m twenty years old. I’ve just read the opening lines of Nick Hornsby’s novel High Fidelity. I’m hooked. I knew then and there that this was something that would require repeat readings for the rest of my life.
“My roots are anchored solid. I ain’t machinery…I’m a man.” These are the words of one of my absolute favorite song writers, Chris Knight. You probably haven’t heard of him, but I aim to change that.
Power-pop auteur, Ken Stringfellow’s impact on indie music over the last 30 years is evocatively everlasting.