Last night I hauled out to Cow Town (a place I always think is too far away and then instantly want to move there) to see Loretta Lynn play the biggest Honky Tonk in Texas. She was, of course, fantastic, despite a bad sounds system and some moronic guys in the airplane industry trying to turn on some dipsy chicks with their incessant, 'manly' airplane chatter. 
Ms. Lynn still sounds like she did 30 years ago (I think it helps your longevity when your songs are short and sweet) and she hit a number of the greats, including the Pill song, Topeka, KS, You Ain't Woman Enough, and my favorite off Van Lear Rose, Sloe Gin Fizz.
The crowd ran the gamut, from the funky, lord-I-love-FW-b/c-those-are-my-people and-I-could-find-them-in-Seattle, thrift-shop-dress-wearing alterna-chicks to old, old school Kentuckians to the bull riders just off their bulls in the other room and everything in between. Below, a few of my favorites:
1. The woman wearing a t-shirt glitter-embossed with the words: He Hunts, I Shop.
2. The 6 year old in camouflage pjs.
3. The scariest bull rider I've ever seen: over-tan, looking like he he should be in a cheesy LA nightspot, in jeans with cheap leather chaps and more gold around his neck than a mid-80's rapper, coach sunglasses pushed up over his bleach blond hair and some combo of fake tan and sunburn. He was accompanied by his girlfriend, wearing f-me black patent pumps, bumble-bee yellow hot pants that zipped up in the back but not high enough to cover her sequined thong, and some black shirt that was very tight and other wise comparatively non-descript.
My moment of least comfort of the night: when one of Ms Lorettas singers talked the part in a gospel song about putting the Bible back in our schools, the ten commandments back in our courtrooms, and what was wrong with one nation under god?
After Ms Loretta, the best moment of the night was the dancing to some crap band that played when she went home. Some amazing, amazing stepping that I really must learn...
