With the dark circles under her eyes this morning, it looks like Mom got hit in the face with cast iron skillet of greasy rock and roll. And considering I caught her cocking her head to the side a couple of times like I would do if you blew a silent dog whistle, her ears must still be ringing. My conclusion: the Drive-by Truckers show at the Cox Capitol Theatre was a rip-roaring, drink-spilling, balcony-vibrating success.
You know it had to be when the tickets sold out at 600 and there was still a line out the door. Or when the bar tapped out of most draft beer before the opening act jumped off the stage and went unplugged on the floor.
And speaking of badass bitches (and remember, this is a dog blog, being one myself, I say it with utmost affection) - two words: Shonna Tucker. You know the proverbial question, "If you could have drinks with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be?" For Mom, the high top table is now reserved for Miz Tucker, Etta James, Otis Redding, Judge Judy and just about any of the dead Kennedys. Seriously, it's too bad Mom wasn't around when her own dad was living and working in Muscle Shoals (with David Hood, among others, nonetheless). She and Shonna might have been BFFs by now!
To see the Cox Capitol Theatre swelled to capacity makes many a downtown-lovin’ hearts swell, too. Congrats to Wes Griffith for taking the steering wheel on booking the Truckers.
As Patterson Hood said last night, “Thank you, Macon. It’s been too damn long since we’ve been back.”
The same can be said about our live music scene. But if last night was any indication, Macon is making up for lost time.
Hail, Hail Rock n’ Roll,
Candy Lou (loves you)