When I discovered Sturgill Simpson, I thought of him as a possible bridge between the stereotypes of rednecks and hippies - a cosmic cowboy seeking nirvana while partying and singing of sin. His tunes range from rockabilly speed country to transcendental ballads, and his voice makes me think of a tight cord with soft ends.
As I explore his lyrics more, I feel we share a wavelength or two. The album Metamodern Sounds of Country Music walks the territory of an emerging soul and moves back and forth between concrete and Bardo. See the lyrics of Just Let Go and Life of Sin for some of what I mean.
That is kind of where I find myself, spending much of my days grounded in work, family, and play while also drifting into intense states of perception. The latter usually occurs during my commutes, and my elevated states are often prompted by On Being podcasts or some other inward-driving stimulus. I, like I believe Sturgill is/was trying to do, am trying to sniff out any poisons in my channels - purify and fortify my code using the many sources available as guides. Like everyone, I find it ain't easy.
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