The year was 1979, and Las Vegas was glowing in its full neon glory. Elvis had died two years earlier, disco fever still echoed in casinos, and Frank Sinatra was booking shows at Caesars Palace. In the midst of all that glitter and spectacle, something extraordinary happened: Willie Nelson walked onto a modest stage at the MGM Grand wearing a red bandana, a weathered denim vest, and a smile that looked like it had seen both heaven and hell.
The year was 1979, and Las Vegas was glowing in its full neon glory. Elvis had died two years earlier, disco fever still echoed in casinos, and Frank Sinatra was booking shows at Caesars Palace. In the midst of all that glitter and spectacle, something extraordinary happened: Willie Nelson walked onto a modest stage at […]