Taking a weekend trip to Nashville, where, as Jackson Browne said during a concert beside the Cumberland River, every other person you see is a guitar genius.
Nashville, for all its Music City glamour, remains an old Southern town. I like the clash of old and new.
Andrew Jackson’s hometown rejected mass transit thanks to a pro-car campaign financed by the Koch brothers.
It’s choked with traffic and emissions, which cover downtown skyscrapers with a gauzy haze. Many progressives live here, but keep losing to the GOP right wing.
For all of its suicidal ways, Nashville is one of my favorite places. I hope to get to Broadway, walk in the Ryman’s shadow and peruse records and books at the Ernest Tubb Record Store.