So long, America – we will return
So, incredibly, the trip that some weeks ago seemed to stretch before us endlessly, has reached its end, as we depart Nashville, and fly back to Spain via the Windy city.
Our last few days here in Nashville, the city where our adventure began, has distilled the essence of our trip. A city that oozes music from every pore, and presents it live everywhere, anytime. We have seen, in the past three days alone, around a dozen acts ranging from great to uniquely genius, and all for no cover charge and a couple of beers.
On the trip in general, we have been alternately bemused, bewildered and delighted. From the advertising terror gestapo that produce ads like movies convincing you that you MUST buy their alarm system, or become a real-life victim trapped in “The Shining”, to the genuine sunny smile of a Waffle house worker who welcomed us as strangers and said goodbye as friends. From the exorbitantly-priced parking in cities, to the guy who let it go when we misunderstood the pricing. From the crime scene in Austin to the unbridled joy in New Orleans where we officially became a part of the Who Dat Nation, this country has captivated and entertained us.
It can come as no surprise to those who know me that my next bona fide CD release will be an anthology of our experience here, told in original song, and influenced by the musicians and styles and the sights and sounds we’ve encountered along the way.
America, we’ll miss ya.