We had a decidedly un-Nashville visit, when it came right down to it. Our lovely hosts, Brian and Michelle, had us spend one night eating Italian pizza and gelato, another drinking Jameson and singing at an Irish pub, and Alexandra killed it at a stand-up night. We had breakfast at a New York style diner and ate Thai food downtown. We grabbed coffee at Fido and wandered the nearby shops. And does a life-sized replica of the Parthenon count as a Nashville thing? That park is ridiculous -- the steam locomotive and airplane [not to mention a giant clamshell?] made it awfully surreal. Our nights were mostly filled with Segal and Swayze marathons on AMC -- we know how to have a good time. Don't worry, we slipped in a few tourist attractions: Hatch Show Print [a favorite of mine], the gorgeous symphony orchestra hall, and the weirdness of the Gaylord Opryland, the giant hotel atrium world. We all agreed it felt like a good place to head when the apocalypse hits, it was like wandering around in a biodome.
On the very last day, we kidnapped a friend [and new Nashville resident] to play tourist with us. We hit up the main attraction on my list: the Ryman Auditorium, the original Grand Ol' Opry. It made my heart skip a beat to occupy the same space as Minnie Pearl's crazy costumes and touch the stage that has played host to the likes of Harry Houdini, Mae West, Johnny Cash, Patsy Cline, and Teddy Roosevelt. The boy we had kidnapped suggested that we make our way to Third Man Records, home of Jack White's record store and record label. We had to be buzzed inside and the girls working were delightful; we scored a recording of Carl Sagan's "A Glorious Dawn" and called it a most successful trip.
Thanks, Nashville, we'll see you soon!
|Hatch Show Print postcards|
|Voyager Golden Record markings on the back!|