I suspect the Garretts of Billings ("with Jim-Bob on the steel guitar!"), who I saw play at a bar in Malta, Montana 50 years ago, while bicycling across the country, were better than Big Clayton, but to the best of my recollection, Malta, where we spent the night outside, was small compared to Branson. Of course, we also got to watch the four dancing couples, each of which provided their own local color.
Reduced to playing the Wayne Newton Theater Branson nearly finished Johnny Cash. Thank God Rick Rubin appeared to pick him up, dust him off and point him in the right direction.
I shouldn't be critical though; I honeymooned in Pigeon Forge. In my defense it allowed me to take my Bride up and down Rt 129.
I suspect the Garretts of Billings ("with Jim-Bob on the steel guitar!"), who I saw play at a bar in Malta, Montana 50 years ago, while bicycling across the country, were better than Big Clayton, but to the best of my recollection, Malta, where we spent the night outside, was small compared to Branson. Of course, we also got to watch the four dancing couples, each of which provided their own local color.
Reduced to playing the Wayne Newton Theater Branson nearly finished Johnny Cash. Thank God Rick Rubin appeared to pick him up, dust him off and point him in the right direction.
I shouldn't be critical though; I honeymooned in Pigeon Forge. In my defense it allowed me to take my Bride up and down Rt 129.