Rocky Mountain Trash

Rocky Mountain Low

I swear every Koe Wetzel song sounds like the last one got drunk, fell down a flight of stairs, and woke up mumblin’ the same damn chorus. Man’s got three gears: hungover, heartbroke, and hollerin’. And somehow they all get mashed together like a bowl of gas-station nachos at 2 a.m.

And this new one? Rocky Mountain Low? Hell, he sounds like he’s actively freezing to death somewhere south of the timberline. I don’t know how the boy didn’t turn into a Koe-sicle up there. Maybe he did. Maybe we’re just hearing the audio recorded seconds before hypothermia took the wheel. Whole song’s got that “shiver-and-strum” vibe like his fingers are too numb to change chords.

Never been a Koe fan, never claimed to be. And this track didn’t change a damn thing — unless you count making me put on a jacket in my own living room.

Southall — The Six String Sorrow Sessions

“Ten Years Later, Same Guitar, Deeper Scars”

Back in 2015, Read Southall wasn’t some festival headliner. He was just a kid with a Telecaster, a handful of songs, and more pain than polish. More pain than promise. That original album carried every bit of Oklahoma red dirt, beer-joint heartbreak, and 3 a.m. truth a man could fit into nine tracks.

Now, ten years later, that same restless spirit’s come full circle. Southall’s dusted off those old songs, pulled ’em back through a decade of scars and stages, and brought us The Six String Sorrow Sessions — a reimagined version of the record that built his name from the ground up.

🔥 The Backstory

The original Six String Sorrow was cut for around three hundred bucks in a storage shed, and it sounded like it — raw, honest, and stubborn in all the right ways. It didn’t need polish; it needed belief. And it got plenty of that, from every backroad fan who heard themselves in those lyrics.

This new Sessions version ain’t about fixin’ what was broken — it’s about showing how those songs have lived. How they’ve aged, how they’ve changed, how they still bleed the same way when you play ’em under stage lights instead of flickering bulbs.

💬 A Word from the Wise

As Ray Wylie Hubbard once wrote in his book A Life… Well, Lived:

“If you’re gonna write and record a song, make damn sure you don’t mind singin’ it for the rest of your life.”

Southall must’ve taken that to heart, ’cause he’s been singin’ these songs for a decade — and they still fit him like a scar that never quite healed, but never quite hurt enough to stop playin’.

🎶 The Sessions Lineup

Southall brought in a crew that reads like a who’s who of red-dirt royalty:

“Gunshy” (feat. Koe Wetzel) – Two roughneck souls hammerin’ the same nail: pride, pain, and the price of both. “Aero-Plane” (feat. Josh Meloy) – Sky-high heartbreak with just enough lift to make you believe again. “Daddy’s Hand” (feat. John Jeffers of Whiskey Myers) – Pure southern grit, soaked in reverence and sawdust. “Moon and Back” (feat. Sam Canty of Treaty Oak Revival) – The old wound meets the new fire — two generations of outlaws trading licks and scars. “Empty Hole” (feat. Hudson Westbrook) – Still hurts, still hollow, still honest.

When you’ve been playin’ the same song for ten years, you either outgrow it or it grows with you. The Six String Sorrow Sessions proves these tunes learned to breathe, break, and rebuild right alongside the man who wrote ’em.

“Re-recordin’ your roots ain’t lookin’ back — it’s remindin’ the road who made you.”

You can hear the miles in his voice now — the smoke, the loss, the hard-won calm. This isn’t nostalgia. It’s survival put to a melody.

This one gets a Pancho nod with a calloused grin.