There are, in my experience, two kinds of music fans in the U.S.: those who just don’t “get” hip-hop, and those who just don’t “get” country music. I would seem to fall into the latter category, despite being raised in the great state of Nebraska; perhaps it’s because I was born in New England, the apex of cultural snobbery (well—if you ignore New York and L.A., of course, which I do). But regardless of the reason, I never really understood the appeal of a bunch of guys in cowboy hats standing around and singing imitation 70’s rock (yes, modern “country” is roughly 80% Lynyrd Skynyrd and exactly 0% Hank Williams) with silly lyrics about tractors and trucks. Seeing as I’m writing for an Oklahoma publication, I should probably stop there.
And seeing as I’m writing for an Oklahoma publication, I figured I should check out the KVOO listener appreciation party, which took place at Cain’s Ballroom on Saturday night, under the vigilance of the country legends whose pictures line their walls. It was a deal I couldn’t argue with, even if honkytonk isn’t my thing: $9.95 for a program of four acts, each of which played for nearly an hour. It was bound to be a foot-stompin’, knee-slappin’ good time. And it was—but of course I’m getting ahead of myself.
“I have to go pick up my daughter Dustin,” she said.