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4nimalparty: Banff, 2011 (by Erich DeLeeuw)
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I have the most vivid memory of riding in my grandfather’s 1969 Ford F-100, up on the bench seat and barely able to see the road above the dash. Over the smell of Pall Mall’s, sweat, and piney breezes rang the perfect timbre and sorrowful, haunting voice of George Jones. His was a true and soulful cry that even a happy 8-year-old could get sad about, even through the crackle of an AM frequency. And then White Lightnin’ comes on and its all smiles and giggles again at the goofy sounds coming from my granddad as he sang along. As I search to define the person I have become, the voice of George Jones will guide me always back to an authentic and foundational version of my self that could feel and think and love purely — pure as the enduring, inestimable gulf of love between a grandson and grandfather.
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BLDGBLOG: Mountain View

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allthingsamericana: National Geographic, July  1977
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