Coaxing sound from a tweed deluxe, Hank South turns it up a notch. Limping toward the table for a beer, this old ambassador reaches toward the sky with a rebel yell and a thirst and lust for his youth.
Known for a deep and profound heroin addiction, Hank kicked his blues and contents himself these days with cocaine and beer. Mostly whiskey. Playing simple chords and singing heartfelt lyrics, he won't send anyone to a music dictionary, but fans hum his melodies. That's all that counts.
Hank lost the strength in his right leg in a motorcycle accident and his hydrocodone gets him by. That old Les Paul with the crunchy sound is the voice of his blues, the sound of a lonely man just barely getting by.