Thursday, October 28, 2010 Posted by Miss Bly The Crosstown Country All-Stars delivered not one, but two sets of fine country entertainment last Saturday at O'Connell's. That is double the music for your admission price, which was free. Now that's the kind of new math that those politicians running for election need to get educated about. Ace debuted a new song he wrote about alcohol, tobacco, and firearms. Throw in some potato salad and you've got a good recipe for a great family reunion. It is getting toward that time of year when things go bump in the night and I'm not talking about my drunk cousin Larry on his way to the outhouse. Halloween reminds me of a story that Ace likes to tell while sitting around a campfire. It goes something like this: It was a dark and stormy night and Ace, Tampa, KC, and Rodrigo were stranded on the shores of Peckerwood Lake in Arkansas. They had spent a fine afternoon fishing for crappies and working on their farmer's tans when the horizon darkened and the skies opened up and let down a storm fiercer than Tyra Banks in fishnets. They raced for their pickup truck, but a flash flood washed out the only road back to town. As they waited out the storm in Tampa's truck, KC noticed far in the distance a shadowy figure slowly coming toward them. It carried a guitar and shimmered prettier than a pregnant prom queen. KC says, "Why, I do believe it is the ghost of Garth Brooks," but turns out that was just wishful thinking on her part. No my friend, it is the spirit of country songs yet to come. It motioned Tampa to roll down the window, then whispered in his ear. Tampa nodded, said "thank you, sir" then it dissolved into specks of light, just like a TV hooked up to rabbit ears. Tampa wouldn't divulge the secrets he was told, I guess we'd just have to see what he brings to the stage next.
Nobody tells me nothin'