by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 17, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“I live in Jacksonville, but I am here visiting my brother-in-law, Rick Bragg. We live close to his mother and help take care of her. I am married to Rick’s brother, Sam. We are used to it all with Rick now. He has a gift. He can take phrases and make them...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 16, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“About the middle of April, I stood out in the parking lot and flipped a coin. I had to decide if I shut The Listening Room down, walk away and stop a the bleeding or dig a little deeper and ride it out. I thought all along it was a great idea but Mobile has...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 15, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“I started waiting tables in January to save up for my Mormon mission trip. It is a big deal and a right of passage for Mormons. I am still working on the paperwork and then they will tell me where to go. I go in a year-and-a-half. I hope I can go somewhere and...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 14, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“I just kept doing the same thing. The money was there, but I kept using cocaine. It was always the girls that pulled me in. The wrong woman and I would get sucked down. I did cocaine for about 25 years. I recently started drinking with it and that is why I am...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 13, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“Drums are heartbeat. Drums refresh my spirit as I go through this craziness in this world. Drums are culture. Drums are history. Drums are our story. Drums the are the beginning and might be the end too.” “The beats are old. The KuKu rhythm...
by Lynn Oldshue | Aug 12, 2016 | A Southern Soul
“It is harder to ride a bike through Bankhead Tunnel than you think.” “That hill is longer and steeper than you realize in you car. It is a cool experience and makes you feel connected to something. When I was a kid there were men who worked in the...
