The first time I saw David Allan Coe it was in a field outside Oil City, Pennsylvania. And while seeing a countrified biker sideshow nut like Coe is awesome in its own right, his fans were just as compelling. I watched as a drunk kid carrying a case of Busch fell over on his face and passed out, only to have a couple bikers walk by, nudge him with their steel-toes, and steal his beer. I watched as a large, bare-chested man slumped in a chaise lounge, allowed his granddaughters (presumably) to spray shaken beer-foam all over his furry girth. And in an event that scarred me, a true motorcycle mama, trying to get the attention of her man, lifted her shirt to reveal the largest most frightening set of naked boobs I have ever laid eyes on. Ive never been the same since. Redneck Girlfriend, Bob Wayne & the Outlaw Carnies and Dragstrip Riot open.