Lexington, KY
Bar-b-que is a very popular food in Nashville, as it is in Kansas City. In Nashville, you can buy Kanas City Style Bar-b-que sauce, though I don’t think there is a reciprocal agreement. We ate at a place called Jack’s Barbeque and the people behind the counter are truly the nicest people in Nashville. I expected to be returned to the sidewalk forcibly when I explained that I don’t eat meat, but they were okay with that. I didn’t really get enough to eat of the mac-n-cheese and the coleslaw, but they served beer and that turned out just fine. This was the only business on Broadway that closed at 8pm as all the rest were bars with bands in the windows.
There’s a pedestrian alleyway called Printer’s Alley that’s just a bit off of Broadway and features several unfortunately located karaoke bars and a great music club called Bourbon Street Blues and Boogie. There was a fantastic quartet at that place playing great shuffles and whatnot. Everyone there seemed to be from New Orleans, and had a story to tell. The sound mixer said he was stuck in his second floor apartment with a foot of water on the floor, and only because he had Nextel phone service could he call a friend to come get him a day later. The drummer lost his drumkits in the levee break and was given a new Yamaha Recording Custom kit by Steve Gadd, who he met in New York soon after the event. The organ player was not from New Orleans but was a great player, apparently with many high end credits, which sounded about right based on how great he sounded with that band. One of our cast members is from New Orleans and her family house was flooded in Metarie after Katrina. Her sister had just bought a new house that was flooded before she could move in, as was the house she occupied then. Nothing’s easy.
I’m really extremely tired now from all the traveling of the last few weeks. I hope I never have to do a job that includes any more travel on a coach bus than this. All the free time we had during the weeks where we just did 8 shows in one city is now spent on the bus. There are quite a few more one-week sits coming up in the spring, which are well looked forward to.
There’s a pedestrian alleyway called Printer’s Alley that’s just a bit off of Broadway and features several unfortunately located karaoke bars and a great music club called Bourbon Street Blues and Boogie. There was a fantastic quartet at that place playing great shuffles and whatnot. Everyone there seemed to be from New Orleans, and had a story to tell. The sound mixer said he was stuck in his second floor apartment with a foot of water on the floor, and only because he had Nextel phone service could he call a friend to come get him a day later. The drummer lost his drumkits in the levee break and was given a new Yamaha Recording Custom kit by Steve Gadd, who he met in New York soon after the event. The organ player was not from New Orleans but was a great player, apparently with many high end credits, which sounded about right based on how great he sounded with that band. One of our cast members is from New Orleans and her family house was flooded in Metarie after Katrina. Her sister had just bought a new house that was flooded before she could move in, as was the house she occupied then. Nothing’s easy.
I’m really extremely tired now from all the traveling of the last few weeks. I hope I never have to do a job that includes any more travel on a coach bus than this. All the free time we had during the weeks where we just did 8 shows in one city is now spent on the bus. There are quite a few more one-week sits coming up in the spring, which are well looked forward to.
posted by Michael Flanagan at 8:59 AM
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