Last night we kicked off our Nashvegas vacation by hanging out on the Demonbreun strip. For non-Nashvillians, this strip (pronounced something like “duh-MUN-bree-un” or “deh-MON-bree-un” — no two native Nashvillians pronounce it the same way) is what used to be
You Are So Nashville If…
[seasons got to it first, but I intended all day to post some of my favorites. 🙂 ] You are so Nashville if… You need a war to sell records. (This year’s winner!) You intentionally drive drunk in hopes of
Chicago songwriters on the loose in Nashville!
I had such a blast Tuesday night. Some songwriting friends from Chicago were in town, and we went to see a round at Caffeine that included Marc Alan Barnette, who always puts on a lively show with songs like “There’s
Out & About: Marc-Alan Barnett
K&K are headed out with Bob Osgood and Sam Cornett to Caffeine to see Marc-Alan Barnett. MAB is a mad dog on stage. If you ever have a chance to see him, go! If you’re there tonight, introduce yourself!
In case you didn’t believe that Al Gore loves trees…
This is right by my boss’ boss house, where Karsten and I house-sit and dog-sit and occasionally kid-sit (we’ll be doing that again next week). We’d noticed the tree in the road and wondered what was up with it, but
Random countdown & countup
Milestones upcoming and past. This helps me stay aware of what a given period of time feels like. Just under a month until I see my dad, maybe for the last time. One month exactly until I turn 30. Two
Hokey Halloween!
Last week, our friend Lair invited us to a Halloween party. Yesterday he told us he’d canceled it and that he’d be playing a writers’ round that night, and that everyone would be in costume anyway. Good thing, too, since
Plans for the weekend already
My boss’ boss just asked if and I could house-sit for her this weekend. Um, yeah? She lives in Belle Meade, which is the toniest section of Nashville, in a gi-normous house with an unbelievable master bedroom and bathroom suite.