Since I am too young to have properly been exposed to the hallowed Mr Buck Owens in the 60's, at least I have the Derailers.  Man, what am I saying, the Derailers are sexier than Buck Owens (although he makes some of the finest music, he looks like a rabbit).  No one in the Derailers looks like a bunny, although Ethan (bassist-soon to be out of commision as he is getting hitched Saturday, May 23rd) is as cute as a bunny.  I digress.

Caught a few seconds of the Souvenirs, who sounded like they had potential.  The Boxcar Tramps were up right before the Derailers.  I dig their Faron Young/Gram Parsoney sound.  I sat my fat ass in my chair flailying my arms about in mock 60's style to get warmed up for those luscious Austin based boys.  Pattie (Heads up Gorgeous), Helen and I clamored up to the front of the stage, in front of Brian - the guitarist.

We go-go'd our pants off.  Thank God I was wearing a skirt.  They did all the hits and came back for a lengthy encore.  As I have said before, I danced so much I was sticky!  I think that shaking tail is a better way to groove to the Derailers than swing dancing (at least you can do it without a male dominating partner - I have a tendency to lead and the rockabilly boys can't hack it.)

After the show, I presented the Derailers with a container of ho-baked peanut butter cookies.  I put in a special spice that would make them think Helen and I were Ann Margaret and Brigette Bardot circa '67 after a few bites, but only Ethan took a bite and he's too young to know who these luscoius babes are.  I can envision the rest of the band eating them on some long and dusty highway on the trip back to Austin, and they fall in love with two retired grandmas at a rest stop in Idaho.  They all make it in a Silver Bullet... should I warn them?

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