It’s pelting rain in East Nashville, and Tyler Childers is telling me a story about dharma, drugs, and dogs.
“I don’t know how far back you really want to go, or how much time you’ve got,” he says, before launching into a 30-minute tale that begins with a teenage Childers spending his last dollars on a copy of sacred Hindu text the Bhagavad Gita at Bonnaroo and moves through him nearly getting busted by border patrol in Texas for a backpack full of weed gummies. There’s a Malinois shepherd, a new buddy fans will soon know as “Dirty Ought Trill,” and a brief detour to Australia, where he bought a suit after touring with John Prine.
Read Full Article »