Nashville, Y'all!

After a brief overnight stay
At an RV park in Arkansas,
Which consisted of a parking lot
And some power hook-ups,
We finally made our way towards
Nashville.
We arrived fairly late at my friend
Monykah’s house, and she
Immediately made us feel right
At home.
She has made our beds for us
And she had gone out to buy us
Snacks in case we were hungry.
We all got much needed
Showers and we hung out for the rest
Of the night. The next day
We relaxed with Monykah
And her two dogs, Quiggley
And Gulliver. We then went
Out to the Bluebird Café, in hopes
Of playing an open mic there.
The thing with Nashville is this:
Everyone knows that music industry
Executives and talent scouts
Are around everywhere.
So, a place like the Bluebird Café
Is always packed. And there
Are no auditions for open mic night.
Needless to say, we had a fun time.
Did we get to play? No.
Did we see some interesting people?
Absolutely we did.
We then went to a different place,
Where we had been told we could play.
We got there and were told that
We should have been there earlier.
Anyway, the guy was nice enough
And gave us some new contacts so
That we could try again the next night.
We went back to Monykah’s house
And hung out for a while, playing
Some music and relaxing.
The next day was huge, and it was hot.
Get your mind out of the gutter, y’all.
We went to the last bastion of all
Southern fried breakfast lunch n’ dinner
Places with excellent knick-knacks
In the store in front of it and
Rocking chairs on the porch:
Cracker Barrel.
Yep, that’s right, folks. Cracker. Barrel.
We cracked some barrels
And had us some good ol’ country
Home fried cookin’. Just what mama
Ordered. Actually, we got just what we
Ordered. The service was fine.
We left and went back to the apartment.
At this point, I had to venture out to
Wal-Mart to buy a shirt, a pair of pants,
And a tie, because I had gotten notice
That I was selected as one of the top
5 finalists (out of 350 – no big deal)
to become the first Inn-Bedded Resorter
at the Balsams Grand Hotel in New Hampshire.
They would be flying me out there
The next day, so I needed to look
At least marginally presentable.
After the quick trip, Brendan made
Us some of his signature chicken parm,
And it hit the spot.
He used to work for a restaurant
Where they did not trust him to
Do anything but cook chicken parm.
Needless to say, he got pretty good
At cooking chicken parm.
Just don’t ask him to cook
Anything else.
Actually, he can do eggplant parm, too.
After dinner we got our things
Together and went out to the
Douglas Corner Café to play.
We met some cool people and had
A great time.
Then it was off to Rebar to play
A late night jam session.
Again, met some cool
And some drunk people,
And had a blast playing some songs.
Monykah was an absolute saint
During the entirety of our stay
In Nashville. She drove us everywhere,
Made sure we saw all the sights
Of the city, and basically treated
Us as if she was our (very cool and attractive)
Mother. It was awesome.
After we got back to her house
Things began to get a bit melancholy.
I had to leave the next morning at around
5AM, so I would not be seeing the guys again
until Brendan picked
me up a few days later.
We said our goodbyes and shed some tears.
Okay, we shed a lot of tears
And hugged for an awkwardly long time.
Yes, we grabbed each other.
No, it wasn’t weird.
Shut up.
It wasn’t.
It was magical.
I left them alone,
Two musketeers without their
Dartagnan. Two little pigs
Without the little pig who
Has a house made of straw.
Two doors down
Without that one guy
That’s in Three Doors Down.
Two…okay, you get the point.
Nashville treated us well,
And we can’t wait
To return.

Stats:

Open mics attempted: 4
Open mics played: 2
Friendly people met: a lot
How tired we are: infinity