Cam Kimbrough laments that Hill Country blues is not what it once was — not like it was when he says God taught him to play the drums. “I just sat down and started playing,” he recalls. Back then, wild house parties were a regular weekend ritual, corn liquor flowed and hypnotic music permeated the air — bodies moving through sweat, smoke and soul. The music was pure and tangible, its primal rhythms offering respite to people who had spent the we…
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