Loretta Lynn played here Friday night. She was resplendent in a pink princess gown with matching pink sparkly shoes. She looked like a little girl playing dress up. You could tell being pretty was still important to her, even at 75. I like that in a woman.
Most of my students don't know who Loretta is, and if they do, they think she's uncool, an old country fuddy-duddy. Oh, the folly of youth! I pray Loretta won't be lost to the dustbin of history. That would be a tragedy. Because Loretta's important, dammit. She's got something to say and a tough sexy voice to say it with.
And who cares if Loretta forgot the lyrics to a few songs on Friday night? I could sing them for her. Who cares if she had to sit down? We all get tired. And who cares if her son Earl told stupid jokes about Viagra and cats in heat? Actually he was pretty much a tool. But Loretta was the queen. Long live Loretta, feminist icon of the Grand Ole Opry. Long live her iconic songs.