Most modern country music on the radio these days sucks. So in protest to that pop-country garbage, I crank Sturgill Simpson’s High Top Mountain (a
2013 album that never got much attention from the Nashville bigwigs) up to 10 while I’m cruising to my hunting spot. It’s raw and rambling, and sounds like it could have been produced 50 years ago. The album is named after a cemetery in Kentucky where many of Simpson’s family members are buried.