That dude who drove 400 miles to see Tyler Childers, standing alone, praying for a third encore so he can hear "Whitehouse Road"
When Lucero and Stugill are playing successive nights in your town and you're over 40
Me when the dude who bought the last large Silverada shirt I wanted busts his ass on the way out of the show
Sturgill Simpson when he was about to drop Sound & Fury
When you’re bald AF and can't find your Cody Jinks cap
When you hear what sounds like an Otis Redding song being sung over by a pop-country douchebag
When you ask an Americana singer if he can spare some beard oil
Dasha or Shaboozey's next big hit
Garth burying the body of country music which he singularly killed, as I’m too often reminded
What does John Cougar Mellencamp do when somebody hands him a chili dog?