I was a teen, about 14, and my Dad was a bit of a country fan, I was a straight up metal head. He had tickets, front row to see Roy Clark, 1984. I would rather swallow bleach than go to that show, so I thought. My dad insisted I would have a good time, and ended up with no choice. 5 mins in, am in awe. Rips on guitar, banjo, mandolin, fiddle, and can sing well on top of it. I mean he straight up killed it on guitar. I was blown away. But, I am a smart ass teenager, and yell out play Judas Priest. He looked right at me, laughed, and did an entire medley of old Priest. Breaking the Law, Living after Midnight, Hell bent for leather. On a Gibson 175, with his own flare. Holy crap. Then went right back to his regular set, not missing a beat. He is hilarious too. He is one of my favorites, and impressed a snot nosed metal head, just because he could. Clas act all the way.