The creative silence of morning is sacred, as was the joyous song of GK’s show last night at the Ryman. We’re so impressed by the stamina of an 81-year-old who can keep us up past our bedtime with a nearly 3-hour show. And he led us in song right through the intermission. The meanderingly silly Lake Wobegon monolog concluded with a heartfelt thanks to “friends, not fans”… a joyful night out, “miserable” wooden pews notwithstanding. Thank you, GK.