The Gobblers Knob

This past Saturday I went out to the Red, White & Blue Festival in Highland Village.  It seemed like a great idea.  Good line-up of bands, cheap admission (free), and decent weather.  We parked 10 miles away from the site (I wasn’t familiar with the city) thanks to following the “Festival Parking” signs that led to Marcus HS.  This was where we caught the shuttle (school bus) to the festival site that traversed the same route in which he had come from minutes beforehand, back to I-35 where the festival actually was taking place (parking was available, by the way).  We got out of the bus as it was still rolling in order to get away from the shrieks of teenage girls that had engulfed the entire bus.  We escaped the shrieks only to encounter what must’ve been raw sewage bustling like Jed Clampett’s Black Gold as we dared make it to the stage in time for the so-so Eli Young Band.  We plunged our lawn chair legs into a nice, moist patch of crap, grabbed a large sweet tea, and realized we had missed Sunny Sweeney’s set.  Sunny Sweeney is a relative new-comer to the Texas music scene. However, she just inked a deal with all-of-a-sudden-major-power-label Big Machine Records .  Her album has a duet with Jim Lauderdale (who is cooler than anyone of us EVER will hope to be) as well as, wait for it…wait for it….real country music.  This fact blows me away considering she is a hot blonde that plays guitar ( I once read about such novelties in the encyclopedia, I really thought they were extinct).  Outside of Miranda Lambert and Elizabeth Cook there are few of these creatures (hot, blonde, guitar playing, singing real country female) roaming the earth.  Since I had missed her set, I thought I would at least go and check out her merch booth and see if I could add to my koozie collection.  As I perused the booth I spotted the girl working the counter, and lo & behold (cue the angel music and light from above) it was Sunny herself.  As a responsible blogger that longs to provide both of his readers with the utmost of insight and hard-to-get info, I quickly scanned the bank of questions in my brain to come up with a suitable, unique, yet quirky question. One that would stay with her forever, leading her to bookmark my blog and check it multiple times a  day, hoping that I scribble a word or two about her.  Since the result of my brain-bank scan came back like so many of my ATM receipts do, insufficient funds, I proffered a query that not only made her laugh (it might have even been a real one), but it made me look like a tool (I know, the killer combo that every interviewer wants).  As I forked over my $5 for the koozie I suavely requested of her to “hook a brutha up with an autograph.”  So, if you’re reading this, Mr. Pulitzer Prize for blogging, I’ll take my cash prize in Arby’s Gift Cards…..