Well!!! Tonight's episode was mighty...testosterone-y. I *do love me some raw-edged masculinity, and so enjoyed splashing in the shallow end this evening. So very many attractive men on view, but I was keeping it together until Waylon grew the beard.
Marty Stuart had that great line about "like walking into the Vatican with the Pope" & how performing at the Ryman w/Lester [for him] was like the moment in Wizard of Oz when the black&white turns to color.
(Now, as someone who grew up there, I usually roll my eyes to the sky when someone hits me with that fucking "not in Kansas anymore!" line. But I did love that he used that analogy. That's what meeting your idol can be like. I remember, years ago, pushing to the front of the line to introduce myself to one of my favorite writers. When he took my hand & spoke to me, the world *did change color.)
And that concert poster, when Lester & co. were third billing below the Eagles, pinged my favorite Eagles' track, and their truest country song: "Seven Bridges Road", whose title* is the name of one of the roads leading to the cemetery where Hank Williams is buried.
*depends on who you ask