I recalled a story tonight about my favorite concert moment. A few years ago, I went to my annual summer trip, Jamboree in the Hills. It is a four day country music festival that is basically boot camp for alcoholics. I don’t know most of the musicians that well, but I go w/ my redneck buddies and we drink the whole time. Kenny Rogers was there once and he proceeded, in front of 50,000 white trash drunks to play The Gambler, his most popular song. However, he made a judgement error and played the rap version he did w/ Coolio. The crowd was enraged and began booing. His response was to berate the crowd and call us the worst audience since Montreal, where no one spoke English. This did not sit well with me after all day drinking and I began ripping up clods of earth and flinging them at the stage with about a dozen other hilljacks. He left the stage and I went back to the campsite to restock my beer. On the way back in, his tour bus was pulling out and I yelled obscenities and hurled Busch Light cans at his bus until security told me stop. I think Mr. Rogers got the point and I confirmed that yes, I am indeed complete white trash.