As I moved through to find a good vantage point, I couldn’t help but notice all of the dancing that was going on. There wasn’t a dance floor or even an appointed area, but those who wanted to dance did so wherever they felt the urge; and being that this was old fashion country music, it was something that required two.
I See Hawks in L.A. ran the gamut of country-style subject matter, from a song about a guy who loves rocks and the simplicity of living as a miner to a parable of the way it is when the baddest of the bad comes to town (entitled “Slash from Guns N’ Roses”).
I had one of the best times ever at the Echo, and it proved that I had actually shown up just in time.