Was married 43 years this August, so I took the Wifey To the Grand Ole Opry in Nashville. We also ate lunch on the General Jackson Riverboat, the had an excellent show and very good vittles.
I am not a great fan of Country Music, although I like some classic stuff by Hank Williams, and a couple others.
My dad loved country and as a captive child we got to listen to a lot of country music. And then Dad was a serial record player. He would play the same song over and over and over, like a 2 or 3 year old watching Shrek or Toy Story. He would wear the groves off a record, I have a couple of those 45's to prove it. One of the songs Dad wore out was Patti Paige and the Tennessee Waltz.
Anyway, we go to the Opry, it's at the Ryman cause of the May flood. So the show starts and the 1st guy on is Bill Anderson and of course he is older than dirt and he is going tp perform a Country Classic. He fires up the band and launches into the Tennessee Waltz. I wanted to jump up run out of there pulling out my hair. 3 problems with that. There are two guys sitting beside me, blocking my escape, #2 my hair left my head many moons ago, #3 my best run would be a slow jog and he would finish before I hit the exit door.
In all fairness he did a good job on the song, it was a very good show and I would go bask even if they sang that song again.
