The Highway Loves the Sin
By Holly Gleason
“I remember that place being this mythical hellhole,” Jason Isbell says quietly. He’s not speaking of the addiction he’s recently kicked, but the place of his father’s employment, which gave his new album Southeastern its name. “When I was seven or eight, my father would go off to work there—and it was sort of scary.”
A pall settles over the conversation, the silence of reckoning how the tool-and-die factory left its mark on both father and son. “It was terrifying,” he says. “The only thing I had to go on when the day was done were the stories. To me, they were horror stories; but to him, just work stories…”...