Floyd Gordon, unknown title or date. Found rolling in the back woods of the dirty dirty.
We never quite know what to do with this kind of picturing of the old south. The brovah, who stands above most of this work for his strong views of the city & storybook colorism, consistently traffics in nostalgia, and we're asking ourselves whether that's a bad thing. It may be a very different kind of unnaground that he's walking through, and while he's busy resurrecting what he wishes happened, we're walking the streets doing only the same and wishing for the wrong things.
I would ask the queen of the blues what she thinks, but only after Dust Tracks. She might have the right thing to say.