How bluegrass music destroyed my life Book

The paradox of this beauty is that it is actually a mystical journey akin to laying in the grass and staring into the sun. yea, i could riff on the dry humor that resonates off the hollowbody rebuffs by skip james and michaelangelo antonioni that are worth the price of admission by themselves, but that doesn't begin to pluck the bareness of fahey's magic. an hallucinogenic fishing trip with bukka white and a spiritual covenant made with the ghost of hank williams are depictions of a soul that truly uses art as a medium of emotion. without so much as a slight of hand or a whammy bar, fahey shows us how the relationships we have with music can transform our lives. i just got done sharing this book with my father and he loved it, too. i look forward to andrew's review...go ahead, destroy your life, join the club.