Jim White: Drill A Hole In That Substrate And Tell Me What You See
Rob Hughes, Uncut, May 2004
A YANKEE-BLOODED outcast in the Bible-thumping enclave of his adopted Pensacola, White has unwittingly spent his entire life foraging on the wrong side of the tracks. An itinerant childhood — fetching up in the heart of America's Christian Fundamentalist movement — brought alienation, nervous breakdown and teenage junkiedom, while the church spat him out like snake poison.
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