So there I was watching the Academy of Country Music Awards. It was a lesser of two evils choice. I was westbound on Southwest from Love Field, headed for Oakland, while Katy Perry and Dolly Parton made boob jokes and sang Coat of Many Colors, Jolene and 9 to 5. The other options were less appealing. Whatever happened to the days when the airlines provided varied playlists and free headphones? Even the magazine was unappealing – a boring shill for “partner” advertisers. I tried to sleep as Chris Stapleton mumbled through another sound alike song.