Issue 145

Winter & Spring 2014

Image from War Movie

Nonfiction Jim White Nonfiction Jim White

Bastards of Freedom

God, isn’t it beautiful? The year is 1967. Welcome to my town—a virtual sonic prison, with but one solitary radio station that plays anything resembling modern music.

Transistor radios are the aesthetic weapon of choice here in this jerkwater, deep-South hellhole. Downtown you got the JC Penney’s, which features a sad-sack selection of country-and-western horse farts, and other than that, there’s no such thing as a bona fide record store hereabouts.

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