Posted on 26th Mar 2019
Uncle Earl had a blast at Big Ears Festival! Thanks to No Depression for capturing the moment.
Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.”
— Gustav Mahler
With the Great Smoky Mountains to the southwest and the Daniel Boone Nation Forest to the northwest, there may never be a more apt use of the term “cradled” than for Knoxville, Tennessee. It’s been immortalized by Del McCoury’s lyric change to Richard Thompson’s “1952 Vincent Black Lightning” and the most horrible of murder ballads, “Knoxville Girl.” Its boundaries have been pushed into the outer-lying valleys, while its historic downtown has been rejuvenated by some of its forward-looking families.