Saturday night David and I ate a late dinner at a local restaurant which was playing the most gosh-awful country music. "Redneck Crazy" - really? If a song rhymes "Hank" with "drink", there's a pretty good chance it's not going to be my kind of music.
After dinner we went to the Statesman so David could practice his new hobby/retirement job - bartending. There wasn't any live music that night but they were playing a Pandora station with music like this:
Oh, yes. Definitely.