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jfbMusic for the drive west into Tennessee: Everything I had with me by Bill Frisell.
The drive to Nashville was the scariest part of the trip (so far). Post-hurricane wind and rain were battering Tennessee and pushing my car around like an air hockey puck, only louder. Eventually I had to stop off at a Shoney's and eat eggs for a while as I massaged my tattered nerves back under my skin.
When I finally made it to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cwage's apartment--where, drenched and speechless, I met the whole Belmont University sociology club--I still thought I was going to go out to an open mike that night. I got almost all the way out of the driveway before realizing that more driving that night would be insane.
So the next day Chris and I went wandering around downtown Nashville, which was great, and to the Bluebird Cafe. The Bluebird has one of those open mikes where there's time for twenty people to play, and fifty people show up. So now I have a ticket that will actually allow me to play next time I'm in Nashville. I don't expect to be back there for a couple of years, but it's okay, because it'll take me a couple of years to write a country song.
The drive to Nashville was the scariest part of the trip (so far). Post-hurricane wind and rain were battering Tennessee and pushing my car around like an air hockey puck, only louder. Eventually I had to stop off at a Shoney's and eat eggs for a while as I massaged my tattered nerves back under my skin.
When I finally made it to
cwage's apartment--where, drenched and speechless, I met the whole Belmont University sociology club--I still thought I was going to go out to an open mike that night. I got almost all the way out of the driveway before realizing that more driving that night would be insane.So the next day Chris and I went wandering around downtown Nashville, which was great, and to the Bluebird Cafe. The Bluebird has one of those open mikes where there's time for twenty people to play, and fifty people show up. So now I have a ticket that will actually allow me to play next time I'm in Nashville. I don't expect to be back there for a couple of years, but it's okay, because it'll take me a couple of years to write a country song.
