I can’t wait to board the Hank Express and hit the Lost Highway on the Honky Tonk History Tour bound for Montgomery, Alabama on New Year’s Eve. We'll be playing at Venue that Hank used to play at in his hometown and at the Hank Williams Museum!
) Gurf Morlix says “"Linda's absolute love of traditional roots music runs deep down into the Appalachian dirt, and it shows in everything she does. Total commitment! And now she's playin' the clawhammer banjo! Gotta love it!" Denise says “"Sister learned Ramblin Man on the banjo yesterday".
) My buddy and the best damn singer/songwriter Cleveland has to offer, even if he’s really from San Angelo, Texas!
) Panama wrote one of my all-time favorite songs, Bottom Dollar, and it’s not even my favorite Panama Red song, if that makes any sense, because I love the recently composed Blues for Judas even more!
December 30, 2009: The bus will start rolling down the Lost Highway at around 5:00 or 6:00 PM. Musical entertainment will be provided by GS Harper...
December 31, 2009: We'll roll into the greater Nashville area about 2:00 AM and pick up entertainers Panama Red, Linda McRae and Robert Scott as well as dear friends Denise and Rick. About the time the bus rolls out of southern Tennessee and into northern Alabama we'll be enjoying a breakfast of Tammy's world famous sausage biscuits and gravy and Bloody Marys. We'll ask GS, Panama and Linda to play a Hank song of their choosing when we cross the Alabama state line. We'll check into the hotel by mid-morning. The evening will bring music at Nobles (f/k/a The Elite Cafe) and the pickers on our bus will be
included on the bill. At 11:30 PM we'll head to the grave for "Midnight in Montgomery." Happy New Year!
January 1, 2010: According to Beth J. Petty, Manager of The Hank Williams Museum, "On New Year's morning at 10am we gather at the grave for the wreath laying and back to the museum for black eyed peas and a little more music. We are usually finishing up by 1pm." Then we'll pile back on the bus and, more than likely, take a lot of wrong directions on our lonely way back home.