Luckily, Gary has the best little-sister-in-law in the world and she bought us tickets for his birthday.
Some of you may be aware that I am not the biggest country music fan in the world. Maybe it's because, as a Texan, I am personally offended by the genre's persistent perpetuation of the trashy, alcoholic, unsophisticated-and-proud-of-it southern stereotype...but more likely it's due to the years I spent as a backup singer at The Garland Opry - making $35 a week, so yeah, you could say I was a professional singer - listening to every twelve-year-old sequin-vested Leann Rimes* wannabe in the DFW area butcher songs I might once have enjoyed.
Anyway, all that is to say that I actually like Lyle Lovett. Sure, he's probably the least attractive man I've ever seen, but the dude is a musician. And like most Texas Country singers (yes, they have their own special genre...because TEXAS) he's also a great storyteller. AND. He uses big black gospel singers as backup...which is my favorite thing in the world. I'll not get into the fact that my life's greatest regret is that I'll never be a big black gospel singer. I realize it's scientifically impossible...I'm just not quite over it yet and I probably never will be. JUST LEAVE ME TO MY SORROW.
Also, since most of the members of his fourteen-piece band are solo musicians in their own right, he let three of them perform their own songs and sang backup for them. I'm just saying...that dude is cool.
As a bonus, the opening act was none other than Kris Kristofferson (or, as I've been explaining him to many of my friends, Jennifer Aniston's dad from He's Just Not That Into You) in all his seventy-seven-year-old glory.
Just kidding about the weed. This is still Colorado after all.
*Leann used to sing at The Garland Opry when she was like eight or nine. No other remotely famous person has ever crossed the threshold, but they were very proud of the fact that that's where she "got her start".