Monday, November 26, 2012

NEW "Me and My Likker" website!


Check out the NEW Sutton moonshine webpage! 


Find the AUTHENTIC "Me and My Likker" 
"POPCORN SAID FUCK YOU" bumper stickers! 

(& a link back to this blog to order "Daddy Moonshine" )

Order now so it gets to ya' by Christmas! :) 




Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

 Sutton Family & Friends Reunion



         



TWO DAYS of Sutton reunion:

Aug. 3rd AND 4th at the  

Stompin' Grounds, Maggie Valley, NC

Popcorn lives on through his children and grandchildren. Regina and Sky Sutton (Popcorn's daughters) invite you to be part of our two day event.






Meet Tim Smith of Discovery Channels "Moonshiners" show
http://timsmithmoonshine.com/
(times to be announced) and

hear Jody Medford perform his new song Moonshine
Friday, August 4th 12-2pm
www.jodymedfordmusic.com

Leslie Hipps and the Sons of Ralph will be singing with Jody Medford
http://twitter.com/faithfulvoice
http://www.sonsofralph.com/




Wednesday, February 01, 2012

F. A. Q.

Top Three Answers
to the
Top Three Questions

1) Is Marvin "Popcorn" Sutton dead?

Yes, Popcorn passed away at age 62 on March 16th, 2009. Cause of death was suicide by carbon monoxide poisoning.


2)Am I Popcorn's daughter?

Yes, I'm one of Popcorn's children. One of many.


3)Is the new likker being sold Popcorn's?

No, that's not Popcorn's likker. In my opinion it's impossible for that to be Popcorn's. Dead men run no shine.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Autographed Mason Jar Tops


What to get for the moonshine fan who has everything?
A pair of autographed large mouth mason jar tops!
$2.50 a set!
(s&h $2.50)

I'm always delighted to sign a book. I was tickled pink when folks asked for my John Hancock on a jar top. My father is gone. His hand is still. But his children are alive and well and holding a pen.








Monday, May 09, 2011

Check out Twisted South radio!!! :)

I'm gonna be on the radio! How cool is that?!

"It’s a long way from south Mississippi, where she was born, to Glastonbury, in southwestern England. But Lisa Mills has played Glastonbury and many more European festivals enough to feel comfortable on both sides of the Atlantic. In fact, the artistic connections she formed as she gained international fans are counted as her musical next-of-kin; they just happen to be in the UK, while she now makes her home on Mobile Bay.

Sky Sutton, author and daughter of the infamous Popcorn Sutton, moonshiner, will be joinig the show to talk about her father Popcorn Sutton, moonshiner extrodinarne and her journey to discover him and her family in the south. Sky will also be talking about her place in the Twisted South family as well."



http://www.blogtalkradio.com/twistedsouthradio/2011/05/12/twisted-south-welcomes-lisa-mills-sky-sutton

Monday, April 26, 2010

This is a LIVING history!

Death might've stoppped Popcorn Sutton from running a still but that doesn't mean the story of the Suttons and moonshine has stopped. This is a LIVING history! Come see how moonshine is evolving - check out the "Daddy Moonshine" fan page on Facebook! Get the newest news in this on-going adventure! Join me and other lovers of Appalachia in keeping the history of shine and mountain ways ALIVE!

Monday, March 15, 2010

One year later...

It's been one year since Marvin "Popcorn" Sutton turned on the ignition and took a really long trip.

We'd like to say we understand why Popcorn took his own life but our hearts still hurt.

I want to extend my most humble gratitude to all the people who reached out to me and my family with sympathies and kindness. Your condolences have touched us more deeply than we could ever express.

The last three hundred and sixty five days have seen my father's body laid to rest at Harmon's Den, NC, dug up and hidden, displayed for the whole world to see, and buried again in Parrotsville, TN.
Less than a day after the second burial my Daddy's spirit got mad and punched the mountain. A huge section of boulders and scree came crashing down onto I-40 not far from the Harmon's Den graveyard. Maybe it wasn't Daddy's spirit. Maybe it was his parents Vader and Bonnie. Maybe Vader's spirit found his son's body missing and raged against the mountain looking to find him.
After a second landslide on the same stretch of highway a friend wrote to me: "Make him stop!"

Popcorn's moonshine will be missed but not half as much as the man himself. His bawdy tales and colorful language will be remembered for years to come. Building a still, plucking a banjo or dancing "like a wet dish rag" Popcorn kept alive the mountain ways he'd been born to until the day he died. He was a proud son of Appalachia and king in the world of moonshining.

Whether you met Popcorn online or in person you knew you were meeting a one-of-a-kind. Join me in raising a jar to the legendary Popcorn Sutton- may he rest in peace.

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

to order "Daddy Moonshine"

“Daddy Moonshine” IS AVAILABLE. Books are $25/per copy- this includes shipping and handling.
[No international orders, please. For international orders please email inquiries
to sky.sutton@gmail.com.]

Please make check payable to Sky Sutton and mail to:
P. O. Box 331
Northampton, MA
01061

Please include your address so I know where to send it and allow up to 2-3 weeks for delivery.

Or:







Cheers,
Sky Sutton

Friday, April 11, 2008

the book: "Daddy Moonshine- The Story of Marvin 'Popcorn' Sutton"

“Daddy Moonshine - The Story of Marvin 'Popcorn' Sutton”
by Sky Sutton
NOW AVAILABLE "Daddy Moonshine" is $25 including shipping and handling. Please make check payable to Sky Sutton and mail to: P. O. Box 331 Northampton, MA 01060. Include your address so I know where to send it and allow up to 2 weeks for delivery.
Or:








Sky Sutton is a New England historian raised in Massachusetts. Researching her paternal geneology for over a decade, she discovered her biological father is a notorious - and quite famous - backwoods moonshiner from the Appalachian mountains of Tennessee and North Carolina. "Daddy Moonshine" is the story of Sky Sutton's journey to uncover a family history so different from her own experience, and to understand her ornery, sometimes brilliant, and often quite dangerous renegade father; the one and only Marvin "Popcorn" Sutton.

“Daddy Moonshine” is the story of Sutton's father, moonshine and mountains- and of the culture and people who have lived in those wild, beautiful heights for generations. From finding possums in the mash to sh*ting out his own teeth, Marvin "Popcorn" Sutton has lead the life of a true Appalachian moonshiner. As the last of a dying breed Sutton has lived close to the earth and on his own terms as few other modern Americans would dare.

EXCERPTS from “Daddy Moonshine” :
From Chapter 2- Popcorn Sutton: Master Moonshiner:
“It isn't surprising that Popcorn has attracted so much attention. His slippery craft and his old-timey antics appeal to something in our collective past. His overalls can be seen as the blue denim flag of old pick-up trucks and cork-plugged clay jugs. His colorless hat is the nod of a gentleman, his beard the badge of a wild man. His high reedy voice carries the echoes of banjos and fiddles. His stealth and focus speak volumes for the cunning and moxie of who he is: a Smokey Mountain moonshine master.”

From Chapter 4- Moonshine: From Horse Mint to Coon Peckers:
“Popcorn started out building the pot-bellied beasts for his own personal use. For years he tinkered, tweaked and experimented. When he got good at it he began to build them for other people. He built them to be displayed as mementos of mountain life as well as ones to be used as fully functioning likker producers. He's got an excellent memory for customers: 'I sell them as stills about as fast as I can make them. Some buy them for display such as the one I sold Dennis and Shirley in Dillard, Georgia. They have it in their new restaurant. I have made some that I am damn sure won't be on display.’ “

From Chapter 5- Adventures in Moonshining (or: How to Sh*t Teeth for a Week):
“ Have you ever wondered what the best way to get an amphibian wasted is? Popcorn has the answer. He asks: ‘Do you know how to make a frog drunk? I bet you don't. But I do. I fired my pot up one morning and got it going real good. It had just started running high shots. That is what you call it when it first starts to come out. For so many jugs, then it turns to backins. Anyway here come hopping up to the still a damn big frog. I thought to myself ol' boy I'll make you drunk as hell. I had heard all my life that a frog will absorb things through its skin. So I got me a can lid and caught me some of that high shots and I dropped it slowly on the old frogs back. Real soon its throat started to swell up and then all at once that frog started singing like hell. When he stopped singing he flopped over in the leaves and didn't move till I got done running that likker. I guess he passed out. Anyway when I come back the next morning to sweeten it back he was not there. I guess one good damn drunk taught him a lesson.’
Popcorn got the frog drunk on purpose. Not so with the geese. My aunt Panzie told me a story from when she was about nine or ten years old and Popcorn was in his late-teens. Unknown to my grandmother my father was in the middle of a run of peach brandy in the back shed. The geese got into the peach peelings Popcorn had thrown away. It didn't take long for the geese to start stumbling and lurching around. Grandma Bonnie came out into the yard, puzzled by the odd behavior of her foul.
‘What's wrong with them?’ Grandma Bonnie asked her children. Panzie knew full well what Popcorn was up to. My father snarled at her to keep her lip zipped.
‘Take me to the store or I'll tell 'er! ‘ Panzie quickly bargained. Popcorn took her to the store. Panzie kept her lip zipped. Grandma Bonnie stayed puzzled. “


from Chapter 7- Lawed:
“On the morning of January 26th my father and I both got ready for court. While he was sitting in a court room in Tennessee I was facing a judge in my corner of the world. There the similarities end. I pulled on my black leather boots and my Myrna Loy coat with the high vamp collar. My father donned over-alls, a denim jacket and a hat with feathers and a squirrel tail attached to it’s crown. This was my first time before the magistrate for a traffic ticket. It was only a hundred dollar barrel pressed to my temple. To my father’s head was the muzzle of a Smith &Wesson 500 Magnum of moonshining charges. I dodged my bullet. Popcorn was not as fortunate.
A little birdie told me my father stood his ground. His chin was up and his eyes direct. In a courtroom so full that folks were sitting ‘ass cheek to ass cheek’ my father faced his accusers without blinking. He walked past the reporters as if they weren’t even there.”