I bought tickets to see David Allan Coe back in early December when they first went on sale. I was still on my outlaw-country-high from my brother Jim being here at Thanksgiving. I had been to Marathon Music Works to see Wanda Jackson on their opening night a couple of months back; and it's a fun, new venue. I really didn't know what to expect from Mr. Coe.
The hub was my escort for the evening. He's not a country music fan by any means; but he didn't seem to mind the folksy Americana played by Johnny Corndawg. I don't know who the feller in the plaid shirt is; Johnny called him up on stage to do a song or two.
Everyone was a'hootin' and a hollerin' when DAC took the stage. Honestly, I didn't know what the guy would look like. I was not, however, expecting a three-foot blond, dreadlock wig. Humm. The beaded, braided beard somehow worked with him, but the wig? Not so much.
Of course, the man has passed his prime, seen his heyday and probably is a mere shell of what he was. But just to go and see him and hear some of his songs live was priceless.
This picture kind of catured the essence of the man that was. A big ol' tour bus parked behind a whole lotta hog.
Gotta love it.
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