Folk Hive is a blog about the tunes.
It is written by Sam(antha). I am incredibly long-winded. I am stubborn. I consider the effort to not be one of those music snobs one of the defining of my life, but when one is situated where I am geographically, it’s hard not to feel superior in musical tastes. Nathaniel Rateliff will always be better than Clint Black. The Black Keys will always be better than Sugarland. And Bon Iver will always whip the ass of Toby Keith. I’m sorry, it just will, redneck.
I am the progeny of a duo of former hippies who raised us on a steady drip of The Band, Tom Petty, The Ozark Mountain Daredevils, and Dwight Yoakam. Yes, Dwight. Don’t hate, he’s the shit. This duo, my parents, have been my consistent concert going buddies for the past decade. It takes a little prodding to get them out the door but with them I’ve seen Simon & Garfunkel, Bob Seger, Tom Petty, John Mellencamp, John Fogerty, Neil Young, Willie Nelson, The Daredevils, and a thousand more. In short, my parents are better than yours.
I have a small, seven year old little boy. His name is Jude (not from the Bible, from the song) and he’s quite interested in music. He was born with an innate love for the banjo and indie folk.
Before I was the creator of massive run-on sentences, I ran my own business. You can read about that here, if you’re so inclined.