It might seem a little incongruous with the glamorous image you have of Madame Sunday but I am a pearl born of the oyster that is the North Georgia countryside. I was raised on the Judds, tater logs (that's fried potato wedges for you yankees) and a general fear of immigrants. Needless to say despite my current collection of designer shoes and a welcoming attitude towards foreigners I will always have a soft spot for a mean fiddle and dinner bought at the gas station (which is the only place to get quality tater logs). Cut to Sunday night and I was pleasantly surprised to find out that the Zac Brown Band stuck out amongst the glitter brigade because they are actually from my neck of the woods. Yeehaw! I can always pick out a local boy. Word around town is that ZB is incredibly talented and a genuinely nice guy who was always destined for great things. The band has also started a foundation that organizes a camp for underprivileged children. What do you have Taylor Swift? Towheaded ringlets and a childlike sense of wonder?
Here they are performing the Devil Went Down to Georgia at last year's CMAs:
Did the devil get down to Georgia on one of these?
Fuck yeah! I don't think you can say you're really lived until you've seen this song performed live at a county fair with dueling groups of cloggers while eating a funnel cake surrounded by rednecks in overalls. It should go on your bucket list.
Perhaps I'll buy their new album and listen to it on one of these: