I can't say the concert Friday was a great concert, but we were all there to see a legend, so we saw her, and were out by 9:30. I was glad to be in the balcony, 'cause the ground floor was where the whoopers were (code words to set off the whoopin': Loretta Lynn and tequila). The show didn't sell out by a lot, which surprised me–I would have thought some of the Hipster Youth would have turned out–and Loretta didn't seem to be feeling very well. Peggy, her daughter, one of the twins, said the Nashville floods surrounded Loretta's house so she spent four days living in the tour bus, so while the bus isn't a '68 Winnebago that's still a disrupting and stressful thing, especially when you're celebrating your 50th year in show business. Every so often someone would yell "We love you Loretta!" and she would say "And I love you too," which actually I think is true.