Son Bully

Son Bully

 Hamilton, New York, USA

"What floor?"
"All the way up."

"ooouh, we're going



Charlie Patton and Mavis Staples are out and have moved on to dessert, pie in a corner of the room where the narrow light can't reach. These Sunday morning hymns are beating at the fire that is devouring the confessional booth. It's the bartender that understands what you're about to say. He knows you better than you know the priest. It's death and love and heaven and hell.


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