I watched Wanda Jackson perform at the Grand Ole Opry from the stage of the Grand Ole Opry. That was one of those, holy shit this is really happening moments.
Then I watched Angaleena Presley perform on the same stage on the same night. That was really a, goddamn girl moment.
I squinted and looked closely and I swear I saw a torch being passed.
It was one of the coolest experiences of our lives.
I say our lives because TGB and I looked at each other more than once and said the words, this is our life and shook our heads in disbelief.
I told her that night, but it bears (bares?) repeating: Samantha, there is no one I would rather be sharing this with.
There were other things that happened in Nashville... awesome reunions with dear friends, music - so much fucking music, new friends and even an adorable dog. I'm keeping most of that for me. For now.
I don't think I fell in love with the city. There is still so very much more of it to see, and see it all I will. But she impressed me enough to want to go back and see more. That's something.
When you have enough talent in your city to fill an airport bar with better live music than most medium sized cities have anywhere you're doing something right.
I had to take a leak. I walked into a bar to do so. Small place. I came out of the restroom and there were four guys around an acoustic guitar singing a song. Rehearsing. I listened. I bought their CD before they finished. Later we came back and watched them. I'm hooked.