Sunday found me in OKC. Monday in Tulsa. Tuesday in Enid. I was a bit road weary. A buddy of mine had mentioned watching the PBS documentary about Country Music. Tuesday night, at midnight, I saw that episode 7 of 8 was airing. I stayed up till 2:30am to watch it. It was so, so good. I like Dolly.
Tonight, I finished pulling CIDRs and doing the day2day chores so that I could watch this final episode. I told Tammy not to cook.
Now I am pissed! It was good but if you are going to cover country music from 83 to 96 there better be a pile of George Strait. They spent more time on Vince Gill than Keith Whitley. Only mentioned Shania Twain.
Not enough George. I like Garth but I bet he watched this and said, “Ms. Yearwood, they should have put more KING George Strait into this tv flick.”
No matter. It is still a good watch. The real problem that I had with these flicks. It is on PBS, so no commercials. But, some of us are now at an age, where a well placed commercial break helps the bladder. Not on PBS–no breaks–and it is hard to guess where to take a piss break.