Hehehe, Beckdawrek, I would have figured you would have been weirded out by the high amount of Willie content in tonight’s episode.
Of course, I was brought to tears by some of the Texas content in this episode, and loved the amount of it. I do think it was appropriate. Van Zandt’s coverage because, damn, that man could write. Even the small amounts of “If You Needed Me” that they included made me just about bawl. That they had the time for a slight inclusion of Freddie Fender and Flaco Jimenez made me tear up out of happiness and remembering being a kid and listening to the radio with my parents.
I did not know that Waylon was the first RCA artist to use non-RCA engineers. That’s kind of amazing. That’s almost like telling AT&T to screw off at that time - and he got away with it! I’d also never noticed how drone-y and sitar-y “Are You Sure Hank Done it This Way” starts out. 
Vince Gills’ story of opening for KISS and it being Spinal Tap worthy was priceless, as was Marty Stuart’s story of Deliverance being his and Scruggs’ ticket to getting booked. Chance is a screwy thing, always. Burns tying all of that into the greater story was pretty masterful.
On the other end of the spectrum, Burns actually saved me from myself for brief moments with the montage over “He Stopped Loving Her Today”. Every time I hear that song, I react like Hazel Smith does the first time she heard it*. I have to pull over to the side of the road, because I don’t have the self control to turn it off, and I can’t see because I’m crying. A while back there was a thread about what songs can you recognize from the first beat. I can recognize that one. I just go ahead and hit the turn signal to go ahead and move over to the shoulder and hit the hazards. (I apologize, Ken, but this actually happened) When I was looking at the screen, my brain said "nope, this image is so sappy and cliche, it cancels out the effect of the song. I turned away and walked into an adjacent part of the room to retrieve something, couldn’t see the images, and the waterworks started. Turn back for a sec to make sure what I think is happening is happening, and yep, those images are too something. It doesn’t work any more. Return to retrieving what I wanted, and more waterworks. At this point I commented on it to my wife, who is aware of my affliction with the song**, and she agreed. Kind of hammy, but I’ll be damned if I can come up with an appropriate image that isn’t overwhelmingly hokey for that song, so all three of us are defeated.
I always knew Dolly was nowhere near stupid. Somehow I was dense enough to miss that she’s not a natural blonde. I’m just not observant enough to be able to figure out whether that hair color is natural or not. So, her response to the stereotype was both humorous and educational.
*Oddly, I don’t really cry a lot. Bitch and moan, idle threats? Yeah, but not a lot of tears. That song, though. Luckily, I have yet to need to explain to a cop “Well, I was pulled over because while this country song is on the radio, I can’t drive safely”.
**She bought me a George Jones’ greatest hits at some point. I usually can’t resist listening to music immediately when i receive it, but that remained in the wrapper for something like five years before I couldn’t resist anymore. She knew I loved The Possum, but she knew what song I was avoiding.