But really the night was about the euphoria of good friends making a crazy review that celebrated the best of the worst of where so many come from.įrom the revving “you gotta see this…” gossip freight train of “Brenda Put Your Bra On,” which introduced not just a beaming McBryde, but a blazing red-haired, high pony-tailed Caylee Hammack and the inimitable Pillbox Patti in a gen-u-wine patent pleather (yes, leather!] mini dress with mutton-puffed sleeves, they established a femme-centric take on how the SPAM sizzles. Yes, there would be costumes, songs in the same order as the record, even a Lake Woebegone narrative from What The Fuzz radio host Storme Warren, helming the erstwhile AM WTF-Radio. Photo by Catherine Powellįrom the scene setting open, the cover’s little girl in the red dress seated centerstage with a book, as a “voice” read her a story about small towns, this more than a live rendering of a concept album. 45,” that polish she gives the foibles of white trash can turn naugahyde into fine Italian leather and rhinestones into Tiffany’s best diamonds. Yes, it was camp, but also love as Arkansas songwriter Ashley McBryde delivered her first night of an ambitious live staging of the quirky, genius small town reality masterclass Ashley McBryde Presents Lindeville.Īnd what a night it was! When you write as incisively as the young woman lifted into the public eye by Eric Church, who pulled her out of a packed arena-audience to perform her “Bible and a. Like “The Rocky Horror Picture Show,” the fans came in drag – literally, dripping sequins and marabou, and full-on low rent trailer park chic with rump-revealing cut-offs, cheap fake fur “leopard” coats, homemade tank tops and lotsa rayon nighties. Photo of Ashley McBryde by Catherine Powell
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