Last Train From Poor Valley


I've been sick for a couple days, so it's mostly been sitting in my room a lot, reading and watching things. I just watched the "Chestnut vs. Kobayashi: Unfinished Beef" event on Netflix - simultaneously stunning and absurd. I keep thinking about the last note from Joey, “I've been trying to hit 80 hot dogs for years, and without Kobayashi, I was never able to do it. He drives me. We weren’t always nice to each other, but I love the way we push each other to be our best". This moment of genuineness seemed to have been lost in all the glitz and spectacle of it...

Later tonight I started perusing my liked videos on YouTube and came across this clip, from a guy Ken Glasser who likes to upload covers of Americana music. A mix of bluegrass, folk, blues, and an impressive number of clips of him playing the Star Spangled Banner at various baseball games on his Weissenborn guitar.

I love videos like this. Probably, it's my favorite genre of media: a simple song cover posted by a someone with tens of subscribers, maybe a couple hundred views from people stumbling around YouTube, and where you can hear the rough edges of the performance.