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War Paint… The Town [Blood] Red

War Paint… The Town [Blood] Red

My first memories of the sun were from behind the smudged windshield of an old farm pickup truck (in what once was Indian territory) riding through Northern New Mexico. I was no more than five years old, sandwiched in the bench seat between my Uncle and my Grandad,...

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Gatorade Especial

Gatorade Especial

I’m fucking tired of driving. The endless miles I’ve sat through across open countryside had to end at some point, right? These farmlands aren’t flat, but they roll, softly lulling you to sleep. I thought, What has my life become? Just another exit sign and gas...

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What Is Hardcore Country?

What Is Hardcore Country?

One bandit recently posited the quandary: “Why is it called hardcore country?” Well, truthfully, because we didn’t know what else to call it. Growing up in rural America, there were only two radio stations that came through -- country music and rock. Like millions of...

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War Paint… The Town [Blood] Red

War Paint… The Town [Blood] Red

My first memories of the sun were from behind the smudged windshield of an old farm pickup truck (in what once was Indian territory) riding through Northern New Mexico. I was no more than five years old, sandwiched in the bench seat between my Uncle and my Grandad,...

Gatorade Especial

Gatorade Especial

I’m fucking tired of driving. The endless miles I’ve sat through across open countryside had to end at some point, right? These farmlands aren’t flat, but they roll, softly lulling you to sleep. I thought, What has my life become? Just another exit sign and gas...

What Is Hardcore Country?

What Is Hardcore Country?

One bandit recently posited the quandary: “Why is it called hardcore country?” Well, truthfully, because we didn’t know what else to call it. Growing up in rural America, there were only two radio stations that came through -- country music and rock. Like millions of...

Glitter & Gold – A Tale of Two Titties

Glitter & Gold – A Tale of Two Titties

“Glitter!? AGAIN!?” My eyelids peeled awake and broke the crust free, both still thirsty from the wild night before -- whiskey just does that to me -- and I woke up just in time to watch my favorite leather jacket flying through the air, headed straight for my face -...

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