I wanted to see Travis Tritt tonight at Wolf Trap...my reservation: a mid August summer's eve in VA is the equivalent of being mummified by hot, sticky, wet cotton balls while simultaneously being forced to inhale and exhale into a pot of soup.

I admit Travis has the stereotypical redneck mullett that was first made popular by strung out Neo-Nazi Skinheads from West Virginia (thus making the cynical under-thirties of America feel justified in mocking country music and all who follow it)--but the dude can sing.

It's just like one of the great minds of the 20th century, Louis Armstrong, once said: "If ya aint got it in ya, you can't blow it out." And Travis got it.