HASIL ADKINS

They sure don't make rock'n'roll wildmen like they used to!
Hasil Adkins has been recording his demented one-man-band sounds since the mid '50s, and that's a lot longer than the actual life expectancy of some so-called "rockers". He heard a Hank Williams record and assumed that it was all one guy, playin' guitar, drums, singin'...so naturally, Hasil taught himself to drum with his feet, and accompany his croonin' with some pretty wild strummin'.
His base of operations is the same "Hunching Shack" in Madison, Virginia where he was bred and born. He doesn't live there, though, he just records there. He resides in a schoolbus, artfully decorated with polka-dots.
Hasil attributes his longevity to clean living and an all-meat diet.
He kills his food in the summer and lives on canned meat all winter. His good looks and musical talent have remained undiminished over the course of the half century that his illustrious career has spanned.
Hasil's fine songwriting style covers many intriguing subjects, such as chicken, love, hot dogs, loneliness, decapitation, sex, and chicken.
Did I mention that he writes lots of songs about chicken?
Hasil Adkins is one of the great original visionaries of rock'n'roll.

Not only is Hasil an artist, but he is a true Southern Gentleman.
When a certain music critic for The Village Voice wrote that Hasil Adkins had more artistic integrity than Sting could ever hope to muster, ol' Sting replied with an epic-length impotent tirade, comparing the offending critic to a Nazi and a pedophile adding that Hasil was a "village idiot" representing everything that's foul about rock'n'roll.
Huh?
Come again, Mr. Spoiled British Rockstar Wanna-be Actor?
Now a man like Hasil Adkins wouldn't get his hands dirty like that...he would prefer to humbly eat fried chicken in his hand-painted schoolbus/home.

Hear Hasil, all on his own, raise a bigger racket than a five-piece band can muster on "She Said"