THE DOUBL E LIFEness shuts down another day in the Cook County Jatin Southern Ado, Geocia, where burgeoning owlaw county star Bart Adam Young, 34, stretches out on his bottor iron bunk. Since being nabbed during a3 in an old teiler out on Lovers Lane naary two months ago, he's been here, unabye to bond cut because of the $175,000 price tag. ‘Sing us a song, Bart” calls eut one of his colmates. This hes become nightly ritual for his felow inmates. They know the tune wil accompany # tae, and they wait Tell us about when your brother chases own Kid Rock's bus” ale out anather, and Bart clears his teat, "AFight” but waits, n though, ing is twoat again, hiking, his audience rapt. Bart begins the whole mad tale, lost Bren, thee years younger, had alvaye been Bart's cattle prod ~ blasting him forward to ‘maka it happen by using the biessing the Lord had given him. They'd keep bards going, and sometimes success would beush against them But Id do something to piss somebody off most of the time, anc Bret say, “Bart, you cant be teling them recor folks to fuck of ke ‘that. you gota lear how to work with ‘em, but "Look, we're from Adel, Georgia, and | just gotta get this demo of my brother, Bart Adam Young, to Rock. He's gonna love it.” wondering what woulds happened back in 2000, if hadn't happened at al. He and his wie of seven years, Kis, anc his babies hadbeen make og day to coy ~ ssugging, yes. but a fami Bret, his baby brother ae, 2s always, provided ‘the extra nudge Bart neoded to koep chasing the team that might take them out of tis tle ‘Geocsia town, make ‘em somebody "Tat bus got me in this cll wth you mothe fuckas” he begins, andl everybody laughs, “But naw reckon iain that spe.” He es, lee 74, saz0n ane ses (89, “Bret, | ant change’ for no goddam body i's mine” says Bart, remembering all ‘those close cals, unsigned deals let on tables. Naty ready to give up, Brett kept on Bart ‘bout this Reck dude, some Detroit cowboy rapper wantin tobe country” Bart says, “and said, "Who's Kid Rock?” cause | aint never heard of hin, and he tried to get me to listen to his music, but | seid, ‘Naw, brother, you keow thet ain't me!” Brett had seen him on CMT with Hank Willams J, ad he sed, “Bar, he's gonna get you, | sweat, heal ino county row, ell rally be the one who's gonna get it" Bart continues, He got tn is heed ne ws gonna go ambush fone of this cats cancers in Birmingham. We ‘wore broke, int have no gas money and the Closest shaw vas Bemingham. | ai, "Go, but ait going’ | hate going to shows aed shit ike that. told him, ‘Give him my dem, you know ddomn well he's goon leit Brett and frend Bruce King drove to Alabame and hovere araund ike fat, ugly groupie chicks beoging to get past security, with thres demas in hand — but thay navor sew Rock Tired and ‘mad, Bret couldn let it go: he got his second wind an said, “Dammit, we'e gonne folow From Alabama to Kentucky, they tilled behind for near rine how's. No longer abo to ignore thee determined stalkers, Rock's security (reputed to be comprised of former special forces agents and Indian Outlaw motorcycle gang members of which Rack hadben named an honorary member! exited the buses. Packing heat, they let Bret and rue know they were fecking around: they had o patience for crazy fans wanting on autograph and aks Brett humbly made his pte. “Look, we're from del, Georgia, and I just gota get this domo of my brother, Bart Adam Young, to Fock. Hels gonna love it I's destiny, it's fate, 50 don't just 105s it into Roadside Records Irfeting to the trashcan” Noting Bret’s obvious lock of threat tal lanky, yellow ponytail hang ing down his spine ~ Rock's protectors eased up, eazng they were just a couple of wannabes. Unde Kracker, one of Rack’ pot potour with him, had overheard the ent episode ‘and made sure the tape got to Rock 'AS Rock pits i later, "Kracker gave me the tape and told me about hom following the bus forks eight hours. |istened 1 frandit sounded 120 onginal Everything's so cookle-cuter in Nashvile now, and this was so raw. called Bart Up and ai, “Hey man, you wri allthis stuf?” ‘and he sed, "Yeah other han a couple he hed 3 ‘ower on, and liwted him to come toa show ‘Rock remained loyal and asked the boys up to Detroit in mig-2002 to his private home stu do. During this four day period, # master of Ber’s music was made, with the intention of shopping it sround to diferent labels, oping to sign him to an 1B-month development desl. "We want to keep it contained, Keep it real! says Rock. “Make sure it doesn't get ‘watered down” Fock inited Bart 10 open back-to-back shows ‘Brett started doing X and coke, and Bart followed, but they wore out the high. Then somebody __ introduced them to meth. | wes doing in Charote with David Alan Coo: Bar, oblvous to Rods status, agreed. "But when wo got there, becstage, we were masiy Ignored, and | was geting pissed of | did't ove 2 fuck whether I met the sumbtch ox not at st point” Bar says. "lat no goddam fan? “Bret sid, A, he's ust eon you out, man, let him see you” explains Bart. “Bret pays atention to svt tke tht, and | reckon he was Fight beceuse Litle Bear, Rock's head secutty ‘ide, cemne over an ia, "Hoy, Bart. ts your time! and led me out back where the buses ‘were, Reck and Coe were on Cows bus” ‘They handed Bart Coe's guitar and Rock seid, “Ainght, show me whet you got, brother Ber sat covin, started up and Rock's feos changed, electife. “Yeon, he was playing this music of his and Devi looked at me. and sai, This Ks the ‘al deal, he's got” Rock recalls. “Ard | si, think you'e right" ck promised a deal, saying, “I'l either got you one oF gle you one, but just give me ‘ter chasing dresm for so long then grab- bing it the bays reeled. They went back home and told everybody about meeting Rock. But tobody belived them. Bart kept ploving gigs. ‘waitng. Pressure mounting, donking wasnt enough, Bret started ding Xand coke, and Bart followed, but they wore out the igh. Then somebody introduced them to mei. Bart's hebit go big fat. Tearing ofa sleeve of tno, het crumbla up the gry powder ‘onto it, mel it oven with a lowsame lighter fang suck up the resulting smoke from e straw. “And that was i? Bart says. “id found my high | eae: want to do anything else. Kile ry taste for aleahal, cake, everything. | could ‘stay up for days, Id got thee, four days old fan there wasnt nothing lik it for him in his hometown of Detroit in 2009. Lyried Skynyed would also be onthe bil. Bart ‘whoid never played 8 crovd ike the one that ‘would be gathered in the Joe Lovis Arena for two such powerhouses, told oc, "Man, ain't ‘never played crowd tat big end allt gots this linle shty qutar” But Rock said, “Man, if ‘you're wring gongs ike you are, keep doing it? When Bart entered his own dressing room the frst night, in the eocner was a Gibson J, is drearn machine replica of Hank Wiliams S's. Bart wanted 10 cry. “Rock walked in and he says ‘i's yours, man’ He told me there had only been three of them in all of Detroit, and ‘thatthe dom thing had cost $3100, but they’ ‘ven him an entertainers giscount, or $2600, ‘and we laughed” Rock knew putting this unknown country singer with nothing but @ guitar out in front of his brood was a crapshoot. He suggested Bart play a couple of covers first to get thee ater tion, then play some of his cxgines. “Buta writen 28 Days" Bart says, ering to detox bala about eb for a 30 Vicotr-a dy habit, “And | told Rock, | got this song just ‘wrote and is real good ~ | gota play it. And Fock seid no, not unless he ead it fist but Brett and me talked hin ito i” Bar recalls ‘Tre 30,000-strong audience, more accus: tomed to raptock than county, stretched out before Bart as he sat on he stool. lgnring Rok’ ‘advice, ne started outs set with one of his xg- inas, Hel Yesh, 'm County, and the crowd went ‘mad, "couldn't belive that feng” says Ba. Forthe next 16 minuteshe payed all origiels ‘and, unbeknowast to Bart, Rock, surrounded by his Indian Outlaw socury brutes, had gone out ito the crowed ~ standing ona crate fora better view. Bart ended his set with 28 Days and he ‘was rewarded witha standing vation. "That was. @ major moment, in front of 20,000 of Rock's fans who loved me Bart ‘says. “It hed been along tine coming, but | thought i | can doit here, by God, | can doit, ean make it it was proot” Rock met him nis essing oom afterwards, saying, “28 Days, baby, you got it!” ‘ack home, Bar's high did't last. Five days ater Detroit, Kristie let him, Sick ofthe dogs, the ego ~ scared of what his future was doing to him, to them ~ she ran off withthe babies. Bert bought enough meth for a week, end ne and Bret holed up in ¢ Valdosta note. (On 8 tip ~ some say by his angry wife ora jelous frend ~ cops Kicked the door in and hauled them off t jal for possession with intent to distribute. His growing celebity ste tus wes causing the grim spotight of the law to blast os brightty a8 stage lights.