It’s late October, and we’re breathing chill, autumnal air, damp with death and lit by the blood moon. During these darkest of nights we while away our witching hours and pay homage to our devils. We reflect on fear itself, and what we realize to be the most frightening is not the bogeys, demons, and monsters outside–it’s the monsters on the inside. In other words, the ideal subject material for real country music.
Many moons ago, we parted the dark skies of time to become a member or log in.
