Usually we have something to say about anything and everything, but last night we saw Ray Price, Merle Haggard and Willie Nelson at Radio City Music Hall, and we're basically speechless. Here's the best we can do: first of all, we almost drank at a midtown bar right through Ray Price's set (you figure, with that lineup, who cares?), but luckily we got there to see 4 of the most heavy, tender jams ever imagined. What an incredible country crooner. Ray just posted up in a suit in the middle of the stage, shoulders slumped, and fucking damn near brought the house down. Then Merle came out, then brought Willie out with him, then they both brought Ray back out. We were in the nosebleeds, literally on the third mezzanine against the back wall, but it was some David Lynch brain melt shit. "Poncho & Lefty," "You Were Always On My Mind" "On The Road Again," "Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain," an awesome new joint called "You Don't Think I'm Funny Anymore," etc etc etc - hits for days, basically. We heard that last time Willie was in town he phoned the motherfucker in to hurry back to a cone in the tour bus, but this time he played and sang his ass off, always perfectly dragging behind the beat as only he can do. Dude deserves more credit for his guitar playing, and Merle took some heartbreaking solos too, while we're at it. Anyway, we were hoping it would be good. We didn't know we'd die. Then we went to Ladyhawk at Cake Shop and shredded till the cows came home.