I was sitting in the passenger seat Sunday evening as we changed zip codes by the second, flying down Highway 17 toward Awendaw. I had spent the whole day drinking on the beach with friends, and the never-ending highway trek was sobering me up fast. For a hot second, I even fell asleep. Finally, turning into a long, dusty driveway, we arrived in the middle of nowhere. Eddie White’s music compound was exactly what my sleepy brain had anticipated — nestled in the woods, complete with a tented stage, storybook red and white, VIP barn lounge, and plenty of cold beer, mosquitoes, and flip-flops. The adored Hayes Carll headlined this honky tonk with stellar performances by Cary Ann Hearst and The Whisperjets — who were cute as a button. With rumors floating through the trees that reps from Carll’s Lost Highway record label were in the crowd, all the musicians had their charm turned on high, in spite of the lazy Sunday heat. No one was in a hurry, and there were plenty of encores to complement the barbecue and beer. Far from the urban lights, you could actually see the stars twinkling as The Whisperjets gave a grand finale performance before everyone got carried home by mosquitoes.