My good friend Beantown Bob is coming to visit. Many of y’all don’t know this….but when i first moved to Tennessee, one of the first things i did was organize a fundraiser for MoveOn, and i booked my favorite band, (DADA) at 3rd & Lindlsey and got shunned by Music Row Democrats for not booking “local talent.” i had no idea who was local talent. Now, in my defense, I’m not a huge country music fan. I like drums, and bass, and it is my opinion that bands should let their individual components shine instead of just augment the lead singer. I like rock n roll for that reason. Aunt B makes fun of my love for Rush…but pick a song, and tell me that Alex lifeson doesn’t get your attention with his riffs, and that Neil Peart doesn;t blow your mind with his ridiculous tempo changes, and that Geddy’s bass doesn’t make him sound ten fucking feet tall.
Whew. Sorry for digressing. So, I consider Robert Ellis Orral a friend. (ok, not a “oh look! Bobs at the door!” kinda friend, but he takes my calls and has played some Democratic fundraisers for me, and he gave my kids some CDs.) Gretchen Peterson played the MoveOn gig as well, and my point is that they are definately “local talent.”
I guess I’m still a little pissed. (I should note, that neither Sharon Cobb or Southern Beale ever shunned me..in fact, they have both been very supportive). Ok, back to Bob. I really love Bob. Between us, we managed to convince Democrats from 9 different States to volunteer to come here and help with the event. So, yea, Bob is way cool. The event was fun, and we made a little money for a deserving Not For Profit.
All of this disjointed background is my way of setting up Teh Big Story. (Is that passe now?)
I’M GOING TO THE GRAND OLE OPRY!!! Bob’s connects scored us passes!
So, I know enough about the Country Scene to get good and drunk, but after that…I’m completely lost. I called Aunt B, and she seems to think I should honor Jimmy Martin and beat the shit out of Ricky Skaggs. No sweat, if he is in fact there that evening. Also, Aunt B is aware of the fact that I am a better than average clogger, and thinks I should use Saturday night as a showcase for my mad clogging skills. Easy Peesy, Japaneesy.
What i really wanted to do was meet Minnie Pearl, but I am sorry to break this to y’all, but it seems she has recently passed. Pity. I really liked her.
The other thing i am dissapointed about is that, lo and behold, it turns out Carol Burnett was never part of the Grand Old opry, and that is just wrong.
Anyway, i’ll be content to be surprised. But I don’t know what one wears to a Cracker Fest. Do I run by Hicks R Us and pick up a sequined sombrero? Do I attach spurs to my sneakers? Help me, oh lovers of The Opry! I have just days to prepare.
I want it noted that i am actually excited by the idea of listening to music without drums.
Whoda thunk it?