This vintage shot of the ACMs, from a rosy era during which people stood close to one another and had nary a thought about droplets, finds a young Kenny Chesney clutching one of the many trophies he'd claim from the venerable organization over the years. He's flanked by Butch Waugh, our own Leisa St. John and Traci Austin, who would've preferred not to have anything to do with us. We present this sterling tableau by way of reminding you that our Nashville special issue is nigh; watch this space for excerpts coming soon.
NEAR TRUTHS: EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED
One name keeps popping up amid the Roan-related speculation. (11/26a)
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NOW WHAT?
We have no fucking idea.
COUNTRY'S NEWEST DISRUPTOR
Three chords and some truth you may not be ready for.
AI IS ALREADY EATING YOUR LUNCH
The kids can tell the difference... for now.
WHO'S BUYING THE DRINKS?
That's what we'd like to know.
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