Another Lifetime: The Music City

Sunday, February 22, 2009

The Music City

Back from Nashville! This past week I learned all about country music, and though I managed to develop a taste for it, I must admit that by Wednesday I was happy as could be to sit myself down in the BB King's Blues Lounge. Other highlights were Elvis' golden piano, Line Dancing at the Wild Horse Saloon, and Beale St. in Memphis. Don't be fooled by the song playing. I definitely kicked up my heals this week, was just moved by this ballad, that's all. More photos to come, and lots of writing, but I just wanted to give you a quick taste of what my week was like and to tell you that I've really missed you! You are very important to me now.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...: glad to have you back!! looks great! country music eh? i don't know..as close as i can come to it is Johnny cash and neko case!; February 22, 2009 at 5:00 PM
Maria said...: What a great time, hope to go someday, my husband wants to get to Memphis soon. Love the photograph of the horn players, looking forward to seeing more.
Glad to have you back; February 22, 2009 at 5:42 PM
Unknown said...: i am green with envy.

walking in memphis is one of my favourites.

line dancing gets me smiling every time.

your photos are incredible! the boots against that green... wow!

as for the writing... i just cannot wait!

and lastly cal and i both have a huge appreciation of blues music. cal is a really good guitarist and he plays often to me so that i can fall asleep. just last week he bought himself a beautiful new guitar. it sounds gorgeous!; February 22, 2009 at 11:01 PM
kendalee said...: Welcome back - I missed you! Looks like you had a fabulous time though and I can't wait to hear more about it. These pictures and the music are so atmospheric - gorgeous!; February 23, 2009 at 12:33 AM
ELK said...: i have enjoyed visiting your space~ thank you for sharing such wonder filled images of you life ~
blessings
ELK; February 23, 2009 at 6:42 AM

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