Two Hazels….Hazel Smith and the legendary Hazel Dickens. I was pretty awed to meet her.
The Cleavers aka The Smiffs. Mr. Smiff looks like he’s passing gas here… And he looks as though he’s aiming it at me. I wish my pretty skirt was showing here. It was a shiny, dark green and had this black, lacy stuff over it. My feet were already hurting here.
Peter Cooper is perhaps the hottest journalist in town. He writes well, but, he’s also easy on the old eyes. I love to say his name like I’m British…Petah Coopah. Here, he’s getting a quote from Ricky Skaggs.
Vince looks great, but, y’all…I don’t know if he’s taking medication, drinking or what…I hope there’s not trouble in paradise. He’s never had a reputation for being a drinker or drug user, but, his behavior of late makes you wonder. I hope everything’s ok there. Oh…the cutie with him is the wonderful Steve Wariner. What a nice feller.
The most wonderful Kyle Cantrell interviews Mr. Smiff after the big win. “I owe it all to my wife” he was heard to say. Not really.
So, anybody who says Mr. Smiff doesn’t smile, take a peek at this. True, he rarely smiles big, toothy, Guy Smiley smiles, but, I love it when he does. This was right after they won.
It is 12:48 a.m., Friday morning. I’m not going to post the whole rundown of the evening now because it’s been a long day and we’re all tired. The server at the Bluegrass Blog was not real cooperative so my live blogging was kept to a minimum.
I did get to blog the very end, however, and heard Vince Gill say that Mr. Smiff and Them won Entertainer of the Year. Yep. I am about to go to bed with one of the IBMA’s Entertainer of the Year. I kinda like the sound of that.
I’ll give y’all a rundown tomorrow.
After several days of running around, trying to make sure everybody has the proper attire for this awards show this evening, all we have to do is get dressed, make-upped, get in the car and go.
Wait til you see the pictures of the Beautiful Daughter with her gorgeous hairdo. I was watching Dancing With The Stars last week and Samantha Harris’ hair was fixed so pretty and I told the D she oughta get hers fixed like that for the awards. She did and it is beautiful.
Just do me a favor and don’t mention to Mr. Smiff how much all this hairdo beauty we aquired today cost.
Two Smiffs have write ups in this morning’s Tennessean: Beverly Keel, the brand new entertainment writer, tells about the Mother In Law’s upcoming tv gig.
Today is a ridiculously busy day, trying to get ready for the IBMA awards tonight. Mr. Smiff was at the Opry House til late trying to do a soundcheck, but, there were some major sound issues and they have to go back this morning to do it. Steve Wariner is performing with them and I’m kinda excited about that. When I was about 15, I had the biggest crush on Steve. There was a time, I was certain I would be Mrs. Wariner, but, Caryn beat me to it. I loooove Steve Wariner.
All of the Smiffs are going so I’ve spent the last few days making sure everybody has awards show worthy clothes. #2 is wearing a miniature version of what his dad and the guys wear onstage. He is something of the mascot for the Grascals. #1 has actually agreed to wear something other than a t shirt with Black Sabbath or some other heavy metal act on it and the Daughter…I never could’ve worn a dress like she’s wearing at 13 when I was 13. When we shopped, we went round and round because she wanted to wear a dress much more sexy and I told her we had to have a compromise. It took a bit, but, we finally found something we agreed on. (Note to self: Leave #2 at home next time we shop for his sister. He finds the topless mannequins rather humorous and makes sure everyone sees them)
I will be live blogging for the Bluegrass Blog the sights and sounds of the whole thing so do check over there to see how I do.
The reason for this is nobody, but, nobody would’ve enjoyed being serenaded by the Do-It-Yourself- Recording booth and the poor soul inside who thought she could sing, screaming “Daddy’s Hand’s” at the top of her lungs…nobody but those two would’ve understood the beauty of the moment like they would’ve.
It must be a bitch to be the son of a rock and roll legend like John Lennon, but, yet, have the misfortune of inheriting your mother’s singing voice.