Sorry I didnt get this up earlier today; its possible my brain has melted just a smidge.
1: The trance dome is now the Half-Pint Hootenanny… and by pint, they dont mean beer.
The stop-the-war booths were gone, replaced by bluegrass tutorials; the Gobi tent now contained a mechanical bull.
How else to explain the fact that beer was allowed to travel outside the beer gardens?
the 28 year old asked of the sad little story song about an abused girl.
(We cant hear you, California!
yelled Miranda Lambert, repeatedly, to no avail.)
Our girl Miranda followed that with Up On Cripple Creek, plus a fun rendition of Creedences Travelin Band.
line of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend.
(Perhaps the Rage fans would have been down with Miranda after all.)
She was followed by Willie Nelson, back for weekend No.
Repeat that to anyone and Ill call you a liar.
A truck decal showing Calvin peeing on the words Bin Laden!
(How You Know Youre At Stagecoach, Not Coachella, Reason No.
2: See above.)
the only man I would leave my non-existent husband for.
(I guess Neko Case and I have something in common.)
No time to dally!
(Jeez, this is turning out long.
Im just doing my job here!
If youre still reading, I have just bought you an imaginary pony!)
(The Guns N Roses medley hes still doing doesnt hurt.)
So yay for you, Jason Aldean.
He started off strong, with a tossed-off How you doin, baby?
The crowd complied, and was rewarded with little snippets of U2s With or Without You for their trouble.
Ooh, Alan Jackson: I think you and your video just got served.
Round about here, all hell broke loose.
2 of the knowing/liking, thus making me quite sure Id made the right decision.
I was, as they say, all Stagecoached out.
And lemme see… yes!
Once again, I have no real conclusions to be drawn!
Except that I cant wait for next year!
(Its not swing dancing, people.)
Im getting choked up just thinking about Neon Moon again.
Ah, country music.
