Friday night. Tonk at Kings.
Y’all, I already thought they were great, but damned if they didn’t go and get even better. How is that possible? Tonk has gone from lots-of-fun honky tonk, to World Class Honky Tonk. And you already know that honky tonk is the way to my heart, people. I can’t stand it. Somebody, please. Buy me a pedal steel guitar, and then come over to my house and play it for me.
Tonk makes me want to put on my black fringe dress and red cowboy boots and dance on top of a bar. I’m doing it next time. Don’t tell my mother.