I’d first like to say that Spotify is a gift from the heavens. Second, I need for my new (is it still new in week 5?) place of employment to unblock Spotify so that I can listen to full albums for free. In the meantime, my Iphone app has been treating me very well. The most recent gem was delivered on The 20/20 Experience radio.
I’ve never been a faithful listener of Jamie Cullum, but his dopeness has always been apparent. Now Riri…. I don’t like her voice. Nope. She sounds like a PMSing cat, however, she is given some pretty good songs. So I guess I’m a fan of the songwriters that she uses. I’ve never ever liked Please Don’t Stop The Music. Nah, it can end. This version is sooo dope. Keep going Jamie boo!
I talk all the time about how there’s so much in Nashville that I have yet to discover and how I need to explore more. Well last week I was able to check one more thing off of my must see/must do list. A Nashville Writers Night! A new friend invited me out to see him play, and of course I said yes. I had no idea where I was going or what I was going to find once I got there. The only thing I knew for sure is what my friend’s voice sounded like. What I experienced was a nice surprise.
Tucked away right off of Woodland Street is Drifters BBQ. Apparently this place has great food and is pretty popular. I’d never heard of it. (the perks of being a recovering hermit) I was greeted by multicolored Christmas lights adorning a spacious patio with tables strewn about. In the corner was a small stage. I walked in at the end of what I’m sure was a pretty cool performance by two brothers. Kind of sad I missed it. Here is how it worked:
Two artists at a time with their respective instruments (read: guitars). Four songs each. Back and forth. Just that simple.
This place was pretty much organic greatness. No frills. No lights. No big production. Just people who love their music and others who love to listen. So Cool!! My ears heard so many voices. So many stories. So many emotions. There were some gems and some duds. I wish I would have taken pictures, but that would have been beyond creepy.
There was a kazoo playing reserved rocker who sang about missing his lady while in a bar in Brooklyn. He voice reminded me of Kings Of Leon, but I could understand what he was saying. There was also a butch lesbian with the highest soprano voice ever. She sang about sunshine and rainbows, and not being accepted. Appropriate. I’m pretty sure someone should hire her to sing lullabies to their children. Everyone wasn’t amazing though. There was a guy who, to my understanding, is a regular. I’ve never seen someone so passionate about the simplest of pointless songs. Ever. This particular week he decided to bring his homeboy from the sticks of Tennessee. This man had a song about a speckled hen. A hen. Needless to say, he was the source of more than a few laughs.
Overall, I loved the writers night experience. My friend and his stage buddy did an amazing job. Good conversation. Interesting people. Will definitely be venturing out again. Any cool writers nights around the city that I should check out?
This amazing voice was delivered to my text inbox this afternoon. Made my day. Press play. You won’t regret it.
As I’ve continued to change, I’ve avoided my little corner of the internet. There’s no reason why, other than God. I think this period of life didn’t require me to write. I not only took a break from the internets, but from my notebooks as well. My crutch was set aside, and I learned how to talk to God. With my mouth. I don’t know why I was so intimidated by closing my eyes, looking to the heavens and talking to the Lord. Maybe I didn’t feel worthy enough to talk to him without a buffer. Yeah, that’s exactly what it was. But that’s the beauty of God. He is all for listening to us imperfect people down here on earth. I can’t explain how much this breakthrough has changed my life. It sucks that it took so long for me to get it, but now that I got it I’m oh so good.
Now, let’s get to what I’ve been up to lately. I’ve made new connections, am involved in an amazing new church (shoutout to Nashville Life Christian Church) and have been to a few amazing shows. I’ve also decided which direction that I’m going to take this blog. It’s no secret that I love me a live music experience. I love music in general. I’ve been asked what my dream job would be on multiple occasions, and I’ve given the same answer. If I could get paid to do anything at all, I would choose traveling the world and listening to music. Who says that I can’t do that now? Well, I’m not in the position to travel the world but I can make a few stops across these United States. And why not tell people about my experiences? Sooooo yea, most posts over here will be music and show related. I might even finally buy my domain name. Maybe.
I’m excited to finally get back into sharing. Stick around. This is going to be good.
Let’s see… Where did I leave off? Oh yea! Sonic was calling us. You would think that turning around in a parking lot would be simple. No. We pull into this lot because we noticed that there were plenty of exits that would get us back to the wonderfulness of a slushie. The lot is huge. The building, bigger. And we soon discovered that all of the 9,000 exits were blocked. This parking lot was clearly against us getting to Sonic. As we drove around aaaaand around I started to wonder what was housed inside of this massive building. In a fit of frustration I say, “watch this be Creflo Dollar’s church or something.” We start searching for a sign of any sort, and all we see on the outside of every door is a globe. When we finally get back out of the lot, we see the sign and it says “blah blah blah Creflo Dollar”. Ha! And you know what does not exist at this church? A cross. Not one cross. On the outside of the building. On the sign. Nowhere. Solidified my belief of his crookdom. He’s a crook. Don’t debate me.
After we finally partake in all of Sonic’s greatness, we hit the road and make it to the farm in record time. We get settled and assemble our massive tent in record time also. Sidenote, there were a grand total of two of us in our tent. It was big enough to sleep a small army. We took up so much space. And we were done before everyone around us. Yes, I’m bragging. We were finally ready for the fun to begin.
We make the journey to the actual festival. Journey is an understatement, but the walk was well worth every step. When I say that place was huge, I mean gigantic. Five stages, all types of tents and barns and food, two ferris wheels, and a huge fountain in the middle. I can’t accurately describe it all. We spent most of the afternoon exploring because our must see performance wasn’t until 10pm. I did discover Danny Brown that day; the first performance that I witnessed of the weekend. We pretty much chilled and people watched until it was time for Kendrick Lamar.
We discovered early that the best way to get a good spot for a performance is to head in when everyone is leaving the previous show. Yelawolf was slated for the spot before the love of my life (Kendrick Lamar). I would like to take this time to apologize to all of the Yelawolf fans that may have been injured in the process of Jada bulldozing through the crowd and pulling me along. She was on a serious mention and would not settle for less than an up close and personal relationship with the stage. I’m almost positive that she hit a few people in the face. Her mission was a smashing success.
Doesn’t he look amazing?
The love of my life has that title for a reason. Kendrick Lamar is a BEAST. A freak of nature. I had the time of my life. I was high off of the energy of the crowd. There was crowd surfing and beach balls. All around amazingness. There’s really no other way to describe it.
This happened. Right beside me.
We ended the night hanging out with two white girls who approached us with this: “do you mind if we ask you an offensive question?” The question was why don’t black people swim. I feared far worse than that though. We danced in the beer tent. We talked about everything. We sang old Hot Boys songs and did New Orleans bounce dances. Oh! and Jada attempted to light dance. She failed.
Amazing first night.
I’ve mulling over what song to choose for this week since last week. Right now as I’m typing, I have no idea what song will be at the end of this paragraph. This week has been up, down and all around. I’ve been frustrated to the point of wanting to say fuck it all. I’ve been on cloud nine for my friends and their accomplishments. I’ve been bubbling with ideas and nervous about taking steps to make them reality. A complete rollercoaster. What song out there in the world describes a rollercoaster? I don’t know. I’m not about the rollercoaster life though. I’m learning how to chill out and take things as they come, but never stop planning and preparing for the future.
I’ve finally decided on a feel good song, which is appropriate since I can say that as of this moment, that’s exactly how I feel. And I’m going to try to keep this feeling. I’m alive and in good health. My little family unit has a roof over our heads and food to eat. And we’ll be welcoming another member any day now. I’m happy.
Happy Face. Enjoy, it’s a throwback. Sidenote: I had floor seats at this concert, and had a ball.