I spent a day in Nashville this weekend and I am feeling seriously outspangled. Seems like everyone in Nashville is either wildly talented and/or has great hair. Some of them yodel. Many of them wear rhinestones. It is glorious.
Saturday night we to the Grand Ole Opry (check mark on the bucket list) and saw a series of wonderful performers, including a grown man playing a guitar bedazzled with sparkling alligators. Soon as I get back to Chicago I am singing up for lessons. I need that guitar.
Look, I know a lot of people who take the ABC approach to music (Anything But Country) and that’s fine. To each his own. But I happen like country music quite a lot. And I like country music performers even more. Perhaps it is their friendly attitudes and approachable smiles. Perhaps it is the sincerity that comes with writing many of their own songs. Perhaps it is the hair. Perhaps it is the rhinestones.
Oh, who am I kidding?
To any of you ABC music people out there who resist the siren call of the steel guitar, I dare you to watch one of my favorite films, Rhinestone (1984). Starring Sylvester Stallone and Dolly Parton, this cinematic tour-de-force is sure to stir the soul and imprint an appreciation for country music. I’m serious. Listen closely and one can hear the crunch of Stallone’s New York machismo under the sparkling heft of Bob Mackie western wear. It is nothing short of magnificent.
Here, lets take a look.
Be sure to stick around to 1:50 when Dolly jumps in for a duet that rivals Islands in the Stream any day.