Kevin, Callie, John, Cathy and I were at the Randy Rogers show last night. Kevin was trying to get it on dat, but unfortunately the table of contents on the minidisc screwed up. It was quite tragic as Randy put on a great show with his own solid music as well as some great covers including the classic "Dead Flowers" and somewhat obscure Chris Knight Sorryville tune. Such is life, of course, and if anyone knows how rebellious computers and electronics can be, it's me.

Of course, later in the show we were panicking when Randy, in between songs, looked up at us and asked if we (I say "we" meaning Kevin and Callie and not so much me, but some of the glory and fame must rub off on me, right?) were getting a copy of it on tape. Alas, we had to yell back, it was not to be.

Then Randy Rogers goes into one of his best anti-Nashville rants ever. And we're not getting it recorded! Quickly we scrambled for some way to get it down somewhere. Kevin had a sharpie and I had the back of a paper CD sleeve so I quickly scribbled it down as best I could.

After the show, we talked to Randy (as has become custom) and told him about the rebellious recorder and how we furiously scrambled to get the quote written down. Turns out that it was derived along with Phil Pritchett, a No-Lyfe favorite. No-Lyfers Jason, Brian, and I used to go to all of his shows before he hightailed it to Nashville. We still catch him whenever we can now that he's back, though it's harder to coordinate now that I'm the only one living in Houston. Now I just try (with mixed success) to convince friends to go (Kevin, Callie, Ed - my novel editor, Elciem - long story, Anna - my ex-girlfriend, Pierce - Anna's future husband, and anyone else who will listen). And so it all came together.

If you want to know the select quote from the rant, click on the image above the post.