Another reason I love Miranda Lambert...~ Jessie B

Photo and story courtesy of Denver Westword Blog

Yessir, in case you're wondering, Miranda Lambert is precisely the same sort of spitfire in person as she is on her recordings. A feisty little gal, she seems just as likely to match a dude shot for shot before ultimately drinking his ass under the table as she is pushing over a table and punching a knuckle-dragging mouth-breather in the mouth, sight unseen, if he happens to get sideways with her. She's outspoken and audacious, especially when it comes to men she views as domineering (ask Chris Brown).

Miranda Lambert is justifiably incredulous. She's twenty songs into a 22-song set, and just as this St. Patrick's Day edition of her She-Woman Men Haters Club is winding down, someone on her crew has taken it upon himself to preempt the proceedings by turning on the houselights and cuing up the exit music, prematurely signaling the end of the evening. "What the hell?" Lambert demands, returning to the stage just in time as folks are beginning to exodus en masse. "Number one, someone's fired," she assures us with the arena darkened again. "Number two, we're supposed to do an encore. Duh!"

"Um, I think everybody's flustered because we had a huge pop icon in the house," she reasons, referring to a certain pop diva who made an unexpected cameo just moments ago (more on that in a minute), before admitting, "So, I don't know what's happening. But we are not done, damnit! I mean, if I'm going to put on fishnets, I'm going to do a damn encore!" And indeed, she is not done. Lambert has one last thing to add. "Are we good? Is, like, a bomb going to go off or anything?" she asks rhetorically, before pointing out (to her crew, presumably) that her mike stand is loaded: "By the way," she says, "this shotgun does work. I might need to use it."