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Nashville has been a good stop. I've had entirely too much barbeque in the past few days for my own good, but since I haven't been able to get the real thing in four years, I think it's excusable.
Another good thing about Nashville? There are Publix grocery stores here. Those of you not from the south are undoubtably staring blankly right now, but I've yet to find a store that came anywhere close to a Publix since we moved north. I am not alone in my love of Publix; most of the people I met in the north who were originally from this part of the south were equally fond of them, and equally unhappy about the lack of a suitable alternative. Unfortunately, I do not want to live in Florida, Georgia, Alabama, Tennessee, or South Carolina, and they don't seem to be interested in expanding their market. Sadness.
Yesterday afternoon we went to Gruhn Guitars, where I got to play some really lovely things. I also got to pull my old trick of walking in, casually eyeing the instruments for a few minutes, and then asking to play one of the best things in the store. It's always fun to watch the clerk as he goes from looking concerned to needing to hunt up his teeth off the floor. Women evidently aren't supposed to be able to play fingerstyle jazz, you see. *evil grin*
(Granted, given that the only other woman in the store was an air-headed blond who bounced up and expressed great glee at the fact that they had a BLUE! OVATION! OMG! SO COOL! -- well, I can understand this guy's reluctance to hand over a six thousand dollar guitar to the random chick he'd never seen before.)
I also got a hundred dollar travel guitar. It's adorably wee, and has its own adorably wee gig bag, and it sounds remarkably good for something so tiny and cheap. I think it may actually grow up to be a nice-sounding instrument.
People here have such thick southern accents that I often have to ask them to repeat themselves several times before I understand what they're saying. The first few times I heard someone talking I thought they were faking a sterotypical southern accent, but then I realized no, everyone sounds like that. I've been catching myself dropping the ends of words, which probably sounds rather strange with my already odd version of a New York accent underneath it. By the end of this trip my accent is going to be confusing the hell out of people.
Tomorrow we'll be working most of the day, then heading back into the city in search of some live music, and then Tuesday we're pulling through to Memphis.
Another good thing about Nashville? There are Publix grocery stores here. Those of you not from the south are undoubtably staring blankly right now, but I've yet to find a store that came anywhere close to a Publix since we moved north. I am not alone in my love of Publix; most of the people I met in the north who were originally from this part of the south were equally fond of them, and equally unhappy about the lack of a suitable alternative. Unfortunately, I do not want to live in Florida, Georgia, Alabama, Tennessee, or South Carolina, and they don't seem to be interested in expanding their market. Sadness.
Yesterday afternoon we went to Gruhn Guitars, where I got to play some really lovely things. I also got to pull my old trick of walking in, casually eyeing the instruments for a few minutes, and then asking to play one of the best things in the store. It's always fun to watch the clerk as he goes from looking concerned to needing to hunt up his teeth off the floor. Women evidently aren't supposed to be able to play fingerstyle jazz, you see. *evil grin*
(Granted, given that the only other woman in the store was an air-headed blond who bounced up and expressed great glee at the fact that they had a BLUE! OVATION! OMG! SO COOL! -- well, I can understand this guy's reluctance to hand over a six thousand dollar guitar to the random chick he'd never seen before.)
I also got a hundred dollar travel guitar. It's adorably wee, and has its own adorably wee gig bag, and it sounds remarkably good for something so tiny and cheap. I think it may actually grow up to be a nice-sounding instrument.
People here have such thick southern accents that I often have to ask them to repeat themselves several times before I understand what they're saying. The first few times I heard someone talking I thought they were faking a sterotypical southern accent, but then I realized no, everyone sounds like that. I've been catching myself dropping the ends of words, which probably sounds rather strange with my already odd version of a New York accent underneath it. By the end of this trip my accent is going to be confusing the hell out of people.
Tomorrow we'll be working most of the day, then heading back into the city in search of some live music, and then Tuesday we're pulling through to Memphis.