by Lynn Oldshue | May 5, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“This is Clyde. I call him Clydesdale. He’s eighty percent deaf and blind. We’re both in bad shape. I’m walking Clyde trying to condition my heart—working on what’s still good inside of our bodies. We’re fighting for each other. I was born with NASH, a...
by Lynn Oldshue | May 4, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I’m from England but live in Hamburg, Germany. I’m here for two weeks and wanted to make the most of the beach. I went to a pawn shop today and got this guitar. I’ve been playing off and on for five years, but properly for a year. I also write songs and...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 28, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I was twenty-one the last time I heard my mom speak. She hated tattoos, but my sister and I got one on what would have been her sixtieth birthday—to honor her. My tattoo is of the sound waves from a voicemail she left me. It says, ‘I love you. Um. Um. Stephanie. I...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 27, 2024 | A Southern Soul
Sorella: “My mom gave my two sisters and me experiences instead of gifts for Christmas. I chose to come to the Moon Crush music festival in Florida to see Noah Kahan. Mom always plays music around me, so I wanted to share this with her. I’m the middle child, but...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 21, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“You can look at this picture and see how I could lie about my age. I was fifteen but said I was older to get jobs. I had just started working at Greer’s market in Fairhope, wrapping meat and cleaning cases. Jimmy was the assistant manager. He was twenty-five and so...
by Lynn Oldshue | Apr 20, 2024 | A Southern Soul
“I came out of the womb playing drums. l was always banging on something. I’m out here today for enjoyment. I play a lot of gigs, but I have to keep it fun. Playing drums is also a great way to relax and release stress. It’s even better playing outside around...
