noelleprice (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} noelleprice) wrote,@ 2006-09-16 23:09:00 |
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Nashville and Cloudland Canyon
It was early evening by the time I made it back to my long-lost truck in long-term parking at the Nashville airport. We had a tearful reunion. I begged its forgiveness for not bringing it along, and tried to downplay a litte how much fun I'd had while it was all alone in an endless sea of temporarily abandoned vehicles. We laughed, we cried, we moved on.
I went straight to the home of Vee, the friend of a friend whose "writers in the round" set I'd been graciously invited to join. Well, almost straight there... she met me in the parking lot of the local Irish pub so I wouldn't get lost on the way to their studio. Here's a pic of Vee and her lovely husband Joe that I swiped from their website at www.veemusic.com.
It was a fun show... we were joined on stage by Robin, who rocked the heck out of her electric guitar and had some serious lungs on her. Vee has a beautifully powerful voice with guitar playing to match. And there I was on stage sandwiched between the two of them as we took turns playing songs. I honestly felt a little toad-like. (I just re-read that sentence, which made me laugh, and asked myself if there wasn't a better way of putting it, but no, that's pretty much it. I felt a bit like a toad.) But I croaked and three-toe fumbled my way through three songs, hitting my stride best with song 3, which was "Chucking Altoids"... when hopelessly outmatched in terms of basic talent and musicianship, you just have to go with doing what you do best... and there are few who can utilize power tool references and comic retellings of tragic breakups with the level of skill I bring to the table. I felt like I at least survived, and was equal parts gratified and surprised when the fellow running the show gave me his card and asked me to call him about future gigs.
I had so much fun chatting with Vee and playing with the two little pugs that she and Joe have adopted as children that I ended up staying in Nashville a good part of the next day, postponing my trip to my next destination - Cloudland Canyon State Park in northwestern Georgia - until evening. I arrived (due to circumstances which will be described later in an entry I plan on entitling "Litany of Really Dumb Things I Did on My Trip") after the gates to the camping area were closed, so I laid my camp pad across the top of my tool drawers and slept in the truck. The next morning I had a wonderful hike (and a little rock basking under the gentler-than-Louisiana skies of Georgia...)
It was early evening by the time I made it back to my long-lost truck in long-term parking at the Nashville airport. We had a tearful reunion. I begged its forgiveness for not bringing it along, and tried to downplay a litte how much fun I'd had while it was all alone in an endless sea of temporarily abandoned vehicles. We laughed, we cried, we moved on.
I went straight to the home of Vee, the friend of a friend whose "writers in the round" set I'd been graciously invited to join. Well, almost straight there... she met me in the parking lot of the local Irish pub so I wouldn't get lost on the way to their studio. Here's a pic of Vee and her lovely husband Joe that I swiped from their website at www.veemusic.com.
It was a fun show... we were joined on stage by Robin, who rocked the heck out of her electric guitar and had some serious lungs on her. Vee has a beautifully powerful voice with guitar playing to match. And there I was on stage sandwiched between the two of them as we took turns playing songs. I honestly felt a little toad-like. (I just re-read that sentence, which made me laugh, and asked myself if there wasn't a better way of putting it, but no, that's pretty much it. I felt a bit like a toad.) But I croaked and three-toe fumbled my way through three songs, hitting my stride best with song 3, which was "Chucking Altoids"... when hopelessly outmatched in terms of basic talent and musicianship, you just have to go with doing what you do best... and there are few who can utilize power tool references and comic retellings of tragic breakups with the level of skill I bring to the table. I felt like I at least survived, and was equal parts gratified and surprised when the fellow running the show gave me his card and asked me to call him about future gigs. I had so much fun chatting with Vee and playing with the two little pugs that she and Joe have adopted as children that I ended up staying in Nashville a good part of the next day, postponing my trip to my next destination - Cloudland Canyon State Park in northwestern Georgia - until evening. I arrived (due to circumstances which will be described later in an entry I plan on entitling "Litany of Really Dumb Things I Did on My Trip") after the gates to the camping area were closed, so I laid my camp pad across the top of my tool drawers and slept in the truck. The next morning I had a wonderful hike (and a little rock basking under the gentler-than-Louisiana skies of Georgia...)
