I'm now sitting in Hotlanta thinking I should have stayed longer. Oh well I bought my bus ticket and had to sit on it. I'm not even sure how to talk of TN. There was nothing and everything happening simultaneously.
For the past week I resided at the Clam Shack. A Nashville institution or at very least it should be. I was surrounded by crazy characters and friends of crazy characters and bandmates and nieghbours and Shack alummnai and all the stories of all the people that had come before me.
Nashville is a little difficult to get around in without a car or at least generous new friends who have cars. I had the latter.
Nashville has lots of music and musicians playing both country and music that you'd actually want to listen. I saw the latter.
I drank beer and rode bikes (without a helmet. Sorry Mum) and had crazy conversations about crazy theoretical theories (ask me about the universe being swiss cheese. Go on, I dare you).
And then, after all this relaxing randomness there came this:
This was meant to be rad video content but I'm having file conversion issues
so this will have to do.
More on that to come.
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