Nashville? What the Hell?

We dropped our road weary bodies into the deep south yesterday for a show in Nashville.

Nashville? So much to say and no need to say it.

It is a place where EVERYONE (almost) is a songwriter hoping to be discovered. And the secret truth is that except for a small inner circle 98% will never get a shot at a songwriting career. So the city is awash in this surface southern support for the music scene. But it is surface because underneath it all is a pile of crushed souls. Many EXTREMELY talented souls working as temps, waiters, caterers, coffehouse workers etc. And yes, the members of CLEMENTINE have stood in line in Nashville awaiting some crumbs of acceptence. Gary revisited the porch he slept on only a few steps from the place we played. He lived in Nashville, showcased for all the bigshots and nothing. Imagine that. Gary Floyd was not "good enough" for the Nashville inner circle. Well, CLEMENTINE is not standing in line waiting for any crumbs. We played a good show in front of a small but receptive crowd, had dinner ith my beautiful nieces and sister and hit the road for Dallas. No Nashville weeds are growing under our feet waiting for a record exec to tell us we are accepted. We are traveling the country, making friends, playing music on our own terms and helping our society with missing families and broken hearts.

Nashville was a great place to stop, play and GET THE HELL OUT OF DODGE.