November 1, 2011 I am standing on a stage. In front of me is a sea of people, all very close together, and most of them are staring somewhat hopefully in my general direction. Some are wearing T-shirts and jeans, miniskirts, and tank tops, ball caps, cowboy hats, and camouflage. And other than the people facing the wrong way wearing the yellow vests labeled SECURITY and a few facing the wrong way who are too drunk to know better, this mob is expecting something from me.
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Book Excerpt: Brad Paisley's Diary of a Player
In “Welcome to the Future,” the first chapter of his new memoir, Brad Paisley tells the story of his grandfather, the man who gave him his first guitar
