Another VV blog, this time we see the South, old folks, a honky tonk & smokers. Kevin, we’re going to need some pitcures of these “dance parties”.
Nashville. Ryman Auditorium. Old folks in burgundy blazers led people to
their assigned seats in church pews. Rock and roll. This was the vibe as we
shouted our lungs out for 45 minutes.
Not to say that it wasn’t cool, but seeing a 70 year old man leading
another elderly woman to her seat via flashlight while they’re both holding
their ears is just plain bitchin’ from stageview.
Folks were slowing turning up & shook their asses a bit as the night wore on
- as did we. To stand on a lengendary stage should be enough, huh? Johnny
Cash, Loretta Lynn, Viva Voce - the trifecta of Ryman folklore.
Passed out a bucket of fruit to the front row (in metal folding chairs) for
no reason. Maybe penance for the stolen chicken a few nights before?
Went to a proper honkey-tonk and left way too late.
Get ‘er done.
Then off to Winston-Salem for last nights broo-ha-ha. Had to laugh at the
irony of a non-smoking venue in a city named after two brands of cigarettes.
The stage was set up such that only the people in the front row could see a
damn thing. Shame really. We gave it our all & was happy to see so many
people leaning over the barrier texting. A morale booster. Fun night though.
We had a pseudo-dance party with Shins fellas in the dressing room
afterwards (aka…in a hair salon!) and was glad everything was so clearly
marked, or we wouldn’t have found our way past the dryers.
Today was a drive day. Saw the movie 300. Wanted to beat someone up all day.
Ate at a “sit down” restaurant. In a hotel by 11pm.
Awesome.
Tomorrow is D.C.
See you there - Kevin / Viva Voce
