Superman and I are home now, but I can’t stop thinking about the our trip to Nashville, Tennessee. What an amazing town! Sure, I would say that because I love my country music, but it also has an effect on those who don’t have a clue about George Jones or Luke Bryan.
The first night we were here, a bunch of us hit the town and ended up at The Stage dancing and singing with this band. One gal had no clue to any of the songs being played. The following morning this same friend watched the George Jones memorial service. She told me that through her tears, she “got” it! She understood country music.
Almost all of the songs tell a story. There is love found, love lost, revenge, fishing, family and even sadness. Now, you’ve got to admit the early outfits were prit-tee stoke! Walking through the Country Music Hall of Fame gave me a better appreciation of the music I love to listen to.
Do you remember this oldie? I know you do! HEE HAW! (Sorry about the poor picture quality. We couldn’t use flash.)A goofy show, yes. But our parents weren’t afraid to have us watch it. It was innocent and entertaining. We don’t have enough of that around these days.
Now you can’t go to Nashville without going to The Grand Ole Opry. I felt like I was transported into time with Little Jimmy Dickens, The Walker Family and Bill Monroe. It is still a radio show with commercials and all. From twangy steel guitars to bluegrass to today’s popular Nashville television show starring, Sam Palladio performing that night.
Nashville. A city rich with history. You may arrive thinking its all about drinking beer, transporting moonshine and marrying your cousin, but I bet you’ll leave with a smile on your face, a song in your heart and your toes tapping in a new pair of boots.