It recently occurred to me that I start nearly every blog entry off apologizing for not blogging nearly enough, etc, etc. So, this time I am not doing it. I am not apologizing for not updating this thing in an absurdly loooong amount of time. I am not apologizing for my appalling tardiness. Or my slacking ways when it comes to the blogosphere. I may be sorry, but I am not going to say it. Ok?

Aaaaaanyway, The ‘Bird has been crazier than usual around here and I am not just talking about the influx of Fan Fair attendees. . . Bless their hearts (have you noticed that you can pretty much say anything about anyone here in the south as long as you follow it with “bless their hearts?” I abuse this). So, errrr, yeah. . . A lot has been going on. As some of you may or may not know, The Bluebird was part of the inaugural Country Throwdown Tour. CTD is basically a festival tour a la Warped Tour (it’s also put on by the same people), but, you know, country and stuff. Cowboy hats and Wranglers instead of mohawks and Doc Martens.  It’s a pretty cool concept if you think about it. . . a day of a specific musical genre with many a representative of said musical genre in the same place, at the same time, performing all day long. It’s like super sizing your favorite music instead of your favorite fast food, but less damaging to your body (unless you forget your sun screen).

So, getting to my point, a few of us Bluebirds flew north to Indianapolis to catch one of the show dates. After working on this thing for months, we wanted to see it in action and, I am happy to report, we were not disappointed. Natch. Our songwriters (Jedd Hughes, Sarah Buxton, Cory Branan, Dave Pahanish, Heather Morgan, Brad Tursi, Ashley Ray, Troy Olsen and Walker “Let’s Get Naked” Hayes ) basically rocked the sun burnt faces off of the good people of Indianapolis. Yeah, they were just that rad(ical). What started as a small crowd grew to an unruly mass of humanity. They were digging it. And we were digging them, digging it and the songwriters were digging all the digging and by the end of the day, we were all satisfied with the gusto of their performance - that’s what she said! (Ahaha. Sorry, I am a girl. Nay, a lady. And I should not besmirch my mostly good name with such inappropriate humor and sexual innuendo). 

Also, I should just briefly mention, the main stage bands obviously rocked (or songwriters played between sets and garnered even more love and affection. . .not that this is surprising, but it is worth mentioning). The side stage bands were seriously awesome and will hopefully be main stagers next year (we hear there is gonna be a next year!) Speaking of people on various stages, we even got to see Bluebird sound engineer’s lovely lady Ms. Hollie. Hollie is basically the coolest for many reasons, not the least of which is that she is Heidi Newfield’s guitarist. Chick guitarists rule and Hollie in particular rules. And you can quote me on that – or any of the above. I don’t care. I stand by my longwinded ramblings.

So that, dear reader, is the summary of the story of Indianapolis. I would go into detail about some of the on and off stage shenanigans, but I do not what to offend your kind soul. . . bless your innocent heart.  . .

Till next time, kids. . .

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