Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Dwight Yoak-whom?

This was the third year in a row that Beth and I made our way out to the desert for the Stagecoach Country Music Festival. It is one our favorite times ever and this year was no different. Although it was the hottest weather we have ever experienced, we still braved the climate, slathered head to toe in sunscreen, intricately placed our Shark Skin flasks in our pants and/or bras and headed to the Empire Polo Club in Indio. Besides tailgating in the parking lot, trying to stay hydrated while sweating to death and finally crossing through the security checkpoint with our free booze in our pants, we ultimately love to see the bands. This year on the Toyota Mane stage we saw Toby Keith, Lady Antebellum, Thompson Square and Dierks Bentley to name a few. Between the big acts and our annoying trips to the steaming hot and smelly port-a-potty’s, we did make our way over to the side stages to see a few other acts. Like Dwight Yoakam. Or at least who we thought was Dwight Yoakam…

We were a little drunk when we made our way over to the stage to see Dwight and when we got there, he was already performing. We joined the rest of the crowd, singing and dancing along to his legendary music. We kept commenting on his tight, black leather pants, his dapper ascot and his slicked back poofy helmet hair and wondered if he had any plastic surgery. What did it matter, though? This was Dwight Yoakam and we certainly were enjoying it.

The next day, while we were eating at Subway, we decided to ‘Google’ Dwight Yoakam just to see how old he actually was and if he had gone under the knife. We were surprised when the numerous pictures that came up looked absolutely nothing like the Dwight we had seen. We were confused. Did we see Dwight Yoheim? Yight Doakam? Shmight Schmoakam? We looked at the lineup again and saw that Dwight did in fact play from 5:30-6:30 on one of the side stages. Huh. But we also noticed that Marty Stuart played from 5:30-6:30 on one of the side stages as well. We ‘Googled’ Marty Stuart and to our surprise we saw that shiny haired, ascot loving smile glaring back at us. Dammit.

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