Here we are in Nashville.
We drove up this morning, just to come out and see Adam McIntyre’s band play. Our original plan was to come up earlier and stay through a good deal of tomorrow. But we got a later start than we planned, then spent about a half an hour at a dead stop just at the border because some trailer had jack-knifed on I-75. When we got here we just had dinner and watched That Thing You Do! on the laptop’s DVD player until it was time for the show. I have decided, apart from my love of this laptop and the beauty of having internet access on the road, I will be bringing this movie with me everywhere I go. It’s like comfort food.
Adam’s band is superfine.
He sent me a CD a month or so ago, of some four-track demos and some of his older band’s stuff, but it doesn’t really compare to how his stuff is sounding now. It’s just a three-piece band, but very tight, and the sound is nice and full. The songs really sound amazing fleshed out the way they are. It was definitely worth the drive just for that, and to chat with him for at least a little bit.
There was an opening act of… well, kids, I mean, 19-20 year olds, and when they began I couldn’t have imagined hearing what I heard. I expected some angsty sloppy loud mess and I got Jeff Buckley. They were really very good, and humbling in their way, because when I was 20 I was in a band in college and… well, it was crap comparatively speaking.
Sarah is now suffering heavily from the cold I have inflicted upon her, so we cut the night short and didn’t stay for the last band Captain Fantastic. She struggled gamely but it just wasn’t meant to be. I sent Adam an email when we got back here, telling him I’d give him a call in the morning and see if he wanted to do lunch before we left town, so hopefully I’ll get a chance to talk with him in a normal setting before we go.
And then if Sarah feels well enough we will make the pilgrimage to Rock City on the way home. If you’ve never seen it, you can’t even begin to imagine…
See everyone soon. Don’t throw a party in the house while we’re gone.