Tomorrow, tomorrow, there's always, tomorrow...

"I made a conscious effort when I started making tracks on this record to bring folks back to the stage," he says, "I put a log of my heart and soul into this." Chesney, who penned 2 of the 11 songs, adds, "There are some really rockin' songs on this record--songs that really define me and my life."

--Kenny "11 minus 2 equals 9" Chesney, People Magazine, November 21, 2005

Worry not gentle readers, I'm on the case. If you think for one minute that Chesney's pouty, talentless mug on the cover of People Magazine during the same week that Ed Benson brings his puppet circus to New York on CBS for the CMA Awards, isn't a very calculated and scripted piece of propaganda, I got a Garth Brooks bootleg to sell ya. I am simply beside myself with glee over tomorrow night's festivities. There was more real, genuine, and spontaneous emotion in the first 15 minutes of the WWE Raw broadcast tonight (Rest in Peace Eddie Guerrero), than there will be in the Pro-Wrestling-comparable, "Biggest Night" of Country Music. Needless to say, it all really makes sense now...one year before taking this shameful spectacle on the road to New York City where the shamelessly greedy Ed Benson hopes to cash in on the "exposure," Nashville celebrates the edgy uniqueness...the urbanity...of a little group called Big & Rich. The chickens are coming home to roost. One of the cable networks has Joan and Melissa Rivers doing their little Red Carpet show. The cooking channel has been doing Country Celebrity recipe shows. Larry King has Martina McBride, Carrie Underwood, Trisha Yearwood, Jo Dee Messina and Barbara Mandrell on, yapping about car wrecks, chemical abuse, and Garth's daughters.

Where...in the fuck...does the MUSIC fit in?

I'm going to watch the CMA's so you don't have to my friends. Just skip it, and read this space afterward. And, if you're a current Nashville Country Music Icon, be very paranoid, because...by far...the vast majority of emails I received in response to last year's running diary of the CMA Awards were from musicians and industry professionals, recording and travelling with you in your daily lives, thanking me for calling you the assclowns that you are. If you want country music in New York City, go buy a copy of Buck Owens and the Buckaroos, Live from Carnegie Hall.

It's the old Dennis Leary joke:

John Lennon, five shots to the chest...Yoko Ono, not a fucking scratch on her!!!

Don Rich, a real hillbilly with real talent died tragically in a motorcycle accident, and none of these shit heels have a scratch on them.