Nostalgic Moments: Appalachian Hip Hop

There are times when I miss West Virginia so much it aches.

Folks who aren't too familiar with Appalachia and only know its horror stories will ask why the hell I'd miss West Virginia.  As every Appalachian says, it gets into your blood.

Texas is the state of my birth and has been my home now for almost two years, but I'm still a West Virginia girl.  When people at work comment on my Texas drawl, I go with it, but a part of me always wants to say, "Actually, the accent you're hearing is Appalachian."  But I don't bother because most folks from the Outside can never tell the difference.

As my second unimpressive fall in Houston ends, I find myself deeply homesick for the mountains.  When the rains fall in the summer, this beautiful mist rises afterward to shroud the peaks.  A rainbow is a common occurrence.  Autumn is a season of unspeakable enchantment.

But there's another unlikely aspect of Appalachia I miss, and that's the hip hop, specifically the music of the Rabble Rousers, a former duo from West Virginia comprising the late great Sam "Meuwl" Harshbarger and his partner in crime Bryan "B. Rude" Rude.

These two rapped about everything and nothing at all; they delivered great shows and had a devoted following.  Meuwl was my favorite; he had the deep voice and the smooth flow.


It always gave me shivers to watch him perform.

It didn't matter what day of the week it was.  It didn't matter where they were performing or what time I had to get up for work; if Rabble Rousers was performing, I was there.  The only major event of theirs I ever missed was their debut album party and I can't even remember what miserable excuse I had for that.

When Meuwl died, it was heard throughout the mountains.  I remember my shock and total dismay at the loss of this bona fide (West Virginian) hip hop legend.  I'm still in denial about the fact I can't hop a plane back to WV, drive tot he Empty Glass or the Blue Parrot in Charleston, and catch a  show.  Meuwl's rich deep voice is a very big part of my nostalgia these days, and three years later, I'm still pissed at his death.






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  1. I shall never forget the magnificence of seeing from above that beautiful thick mist shrouding the mountains like a pale gray blanket nor the stunning full moon against a blue-black sky as I drove through the mountains.

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    1. Two weeks in WV and you would've hesitated to go home to GA.

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  2. You make West Virginia sound so inviting almost (at least for crazies like me who enjoy nature over people and cities :P). I'd definitely like to check it out some time.

    Wish I could be all nostalgic about my home, but I hated Liverpool and was all-too-glad to get out of there. Industrial hellhole, I say.

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  3. This is why I stay up here where I have the land, water and beauty. :)

    Do you think you would move back?

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    1. Wouldn't mind owning a small house in Institute. I was raised there.

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    2. Very nice! I like small rural places too!

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    3. It's technically not rural, but it is definitely small.

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  4. Trivia moment: B. Rude actually opened for Snoop Dogg one year in Charleston.

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