But Rose’s pain is our gain. Although she calls it “Appalachian rock and roll,” old fashioned heartache and sorrow music is more like it. It’s a hurt to treasure, a pain to renew an acquaintance with to help banish your own. Take as needed.
Chelle Rose – Blue Ridge Blood
If Steve Earle wore a dress, this is
what he would sound like. Chelle Rose is Appalachian tuff. You can hear
her hardscrabble raisin’ in her voice. There’s enough barbed wire twang
in her voice to snap a fencepost in half should it be bold enough to
try and block her way.
But Rose’s pain is our gain. Although she calls it “Appalachian rock and roll,” old fashioned heartache and sorrow music is more like it. It’s a hurt to treasure, a pain to renew an acquaintance with to help banish your own. Take as needed.
But Rose’s pain is our gain. Although she calls it “Appalachian rock and roll,” old fashioned heartache and sorrow music is more like it. It’s a hurt to treasure, a pain to renew an acquaintance with to help banish your own. Take as needed.
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