As I blew past the Academy of Country Music awards last night, I saw that Kenny Chesney was performing by Las Vegas' pool while wearing a swimsuit and a cowboy hat.
For some time now, he's been trying to be a country Jimmy Buffett. I think he probably will. Twenty years from now, I can see him still having a huge following of beer-drinking-lets-go-to-the-beach fans.
But please don't become exactly like Buffett. I stressfully reach for a pistol every time I hear "Margaritaville."