The Distant Coast of MaineBy
I think the people in the South is just as concerned as the people that’s walkin’ the streets here today . . . . I’m sincere about bringing our boys back home. I’m disgusted and in sorrow about the boys we’ve lost over there. And if I could see a good reason to continue, I wouldn’t be here today.
–Earl Scruggs, 15 October 1969, Wikipedia
He said what he thought, but never before he thought.
–Peter Cooper, Earl Scruggs, Country Music Hall of Famer, dies at age 88, The Tennessean, 28 March 2012
Could “before he thought” happen just once in economics as practiced by the oh-so-modern Media.
I have the foggiest memory of being in the same “green room” as Mr. Scruggs. He was unapproachable. What was approachable was the revolution he invented.
He brought musicality to the South, before Keith and Rooney, before Deliverance, before Scaggs, before banjo as a backdrop to Keith Urban’s pop virtuosity, his ability to break down melody to its most basic components was unrivaled.
Scruggs, like Keith Richards, changed the right hand.
His passing is a national loss. For Tennessee, for Bakersfield, for the Ozark Mountains and for the distant coast of Maine. Discuss.