Courthouse Songs & Teisco Strings: A Desert Highway into the Red Dirt Blues
The desert gets in your blood. It starts as red dust on your boots in Yuendumu, maybe thirty-five years back, hearing the raw thump of bush bands under a vast sky. That grit never really leaves you. It followed me across oceans, weaving itself into the psychedelic Khmer surf of The Cambodian Space Project, and […]