Slow Down and Smell the Jesus…
So, I'm still in Nashville. I was having technical problems with the cameras, pulled over.. found myself in front of the Capitol, and then onto Jefferson St. And that's where stuff started happening.
I was looking for a restaurant to sort out my issues in, and I came across this place. I don't even know what to say about that. At all.
But across the street, I found Stillwaters.
This is the kind of place you want on your block. It's unassuming on the outside... just like thousands of other places, but on the inside, is a warm and cozy nook of good food, great coffee, and surprisingly good music. The walls are covered with black-themed folk art, and the clientele is as varied the colors on the paintings. On each table is a copy of Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama, as this month's book of choice.
I knew Nashville had a musical past. I woke up looking at the "Musictown Mall," but I didn't expect to find a live jazz band in a café at 1pm on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. I am delighted.
The guitarist's name is Jerry Krahn, and he wields his vintage Epiphone with dexterous ease that makes me reconsider my beliefs in the paranormal. Honestly, how can people do that? I bought a CD and chatted with him for awhile. His drummer was Chris Walters, and was equally impressive. Just a delightful moment.
I've driven across country a few times before, and my goal has always been time time time. Short breaks, shortest route, etc. Now that my trip has been extended for a few days, I'm going to spend some time wandering. I'll share with you the things I find. I hope I find some more places like Stillwaters. Off I go again... next stop.. Memphis.
