“That chick looks like someone, who is that?”

I asked our intern as we looked off about one hundred feet down Willie Nelson’s land at a charismatic young woman who stood out from the rest of the folks gathered to enter the party. Her leather jacket for one, seemed a bit out of place under the March Texas sun, but not out of place at all on her. We could see even from a distance that like the jacket, she was a captivating persona, dictating the conversation around her, that’s what prompted me to ask the intern who she was. I thought maybe an actress, or something of the like. Well, the intern had no idea, and myself, I probably should have known to begin with, but now I do. She’s Nikki Lane, and she most certainly is a bad-ass chick with a guitar…