"no cameras", my ass

The opening "band" The Boxmasters kicked some serious ass. 7 piece band (all the same people) in black pencil suits with sweet 3-part harmonies and ye olde rickenbacker bass and lovely old country tunes. The rock portion of the night was alright, but I totally preferred the 1st style. Too bad I didn't get brave enough to whip out the camera at that point. The whole "cameras will be confiscated" lecture kind of made me shy for a while... but Billy Bob! Oh my god! His size zero cordorouys were hilarious and he is still one of the sexiest men alive. Amen.