Hayseed Dixie
Hayseed Dixie From the fertile valley of Deer Lick Holler, deep in the heart of Appalachia, comes a sound that is old yet new. In an area completely isolated from outside cultural and musical influence, this band of acoustic musicians grew up playing the traditional music of their forefathers. Then, as fate would have it, one crisp fall afternoon, a stranger passed through the holler. Well, he almost made it through. Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for appreciators of great music worldwide, the stranger crashed his brand new muscle car into a stately old oak tree at DevilĀ¹s Elbow. Sadly, the stranger expired, but his legacy lives on. Under the back seat of his car the boys found some old black vinyl records as they went through his belongings looking for identification. All they had to listen to them on was an old Edison Victrola that only played at 78 R.P.M., but the boys all agreed it was mighty fine country music. In memory of the stranger who had perished the boys set about learning these songs. The name of the band was AC/DC. In the car was a complete set of their inspired recordings. The boys learned every song on all the records and performed some of their favorites in front of a music afficionado from Nashville, Tennessee. He signed them to a genuine recording contract and the rest is history in the making.