With little advance planning, I woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head, and drove to Nashville. The day’s goal, seeing the Cleverlys at Station Inn, was accomplished without a hitch. The only other thing scheduled is a Long Players show on Saturday but I’m thinking there might be some other stuff in between. Supposedly, there’s thirteen hundred and fifty two guitar pickers around here somewhere.

This entry is to let blog only subscribers now about the trip and to provide a place for comments. The journal is here.