Found at birth between a bottle of bourbon and a volume of Baudelaire, Stackabones grew up and worked his way through the fields of the Texas Panhandle, gathering songs and learning chords from the itinerant workers of Mexico, Ireland, and Nova Scotia.
Stackabones is only Stackabones -- singular though appearing plural.
Americana / Roots
As I sat there in that now lonely room; the fire burning low, in that mild stage when, after its first intensity has warmed the air, it then only glows to be looked at; the evening shades and phantoms gathering round the casements, and peering in upon us silent, solitary twain; the storm booming without in solemn swells; I began to be sensible of strange feelings. I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world. This soothing savage had redeemed it.
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