Knight made his last CD, The Jealous Kind, out of the world of Slaughters, Kentucky: his native turf and his bad blood lines, the white trash and true lies, hard work and no work, the dead-end roads stretching to the horizon. He followed them just far enough, paid attention to the stories along the way, spit into the ditches and mine shafts, and got the hell out. Most often his characters don't, but they don't want your pity. The blood-simple lover of the title track just wants his one by-law phone call to go to Maria, even though she won't be answering. Like the singer behind their anguished, angry tales, they're proud and fucked and, at their best and worst, more like you and me than we'd ever confess.
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