Bill Monroe’s Achy Soles

I used to demonize Nashville for propping up creatures spawned from a mess of straw hats and pukka shell necklaces, but I’ve come to realize that sweet lovin’ woman probably wanted nothing to do with Toby Keith. She’s still got some Minnie Pearl in her, more than enough to make that city solid gold.

The Boys put on a great show, surely pleasing the Ryman’s ghosts.