Waiting Around on Parents

I’m waiting around on my parents. You may be, as well, since they are apparently stopping every place between here and Kankakee. If that’s the case, you’ve probably noticed that they’re running slow.

So, I invite you to check out the Austin City Limits featuring the Americana Music Awards. Some notes–I don’t care who knows it. Robert Plant is sexy as hell. Apparently one of two things happen when you become an Americana artist–you are either issued a gospel choir or Buddy Miller. I think I would prefer Buddy Miller because he knows Robert Plant (I pray to all that is holy that I never meet Robert Plant because I will have a fan girl episode of such epic proportions that the whole music industry would have to invent a derogatory term worse than ‘gherm’ to call me. I would single-handedly and forever ruin Nashville’s reputation as a place celebrities don’t encounter a lot of bullshit.) I don’t really understand the appeal of the Avett Brothers. They’re not terrible or anything. I just can’t quite get into them. I did, however, run out and buy Elizabeth Cook’s new album (newish) based on her performance here. I find Justin Townes Earle to be hit or miss. But his hits are amazing.

Okay, mom says that their “toa” is 6:30, which I’m guessing means “time of arrival.” I must… um… everything is done.

Wow. That’s weird.

One thought on “Waiting Around on Parents

  1. I don’t really understand the appeal of the Avett Brothers.

    I don’t either. I’m old, My concept of what’s hip probably hasn’t evolved since the mid 90s, but they’re almost too self-consciously folky, if that makes any sense.

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