When I think of the summer of 2022, I think of oysters, Seinfeld, Thomas Kosmala No. 4, and Eugene Vodolazkin’s The Aviator. When I think of the summer of 2023, I’m pretty sure I’m going to think of George Jones.
I never figured I was the sort of person to get into country music, but George Jones is the one who did it for me. At this point in my month long road trip out West, it’s George Jones’s late 70s/early 80s work that has soundtracked much of the barren places and national parks.
There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. 