Tonight, I am taking a step away from my usual content to share some love for Nashville, which experienced the wrath of a pretty destructive tornado today.
Where do I begin? I first fell in love with Nashville about 15 years ago when my brother moved there. It was only 2.5 hours from my hometown, but when I visited for the first few times, it was, for me, a revelation. It became the first place I really fell in love with live music which opened the door to a broader world of music in general.
Any good love story has conflict, right? As those of you who know me are aware, I used to have really terrible commitment issues. When I finally moved to Nashville in 2013, I fell very quickly out of love with the city. It was, and is, going through a period of really rapid gentrification. I was going through some pretty life changing personal things. Like any worthwhile love I’ve had, I couldn’t take it and was gone in a year and a half (haha sorry, sorry, couldn’t help myself!).
Only recently have I made some peace and been back for some really wonderful times. Some of my memories have been removed by gentrification, and unfortunately, some more remain in photos but were physically taken by the tornado. I’m still in disbelief, but I’m thankful all of my family and friends are accounted for.
I was last in Nashville 8 days ago. I got to go to and show off some of my favorite places that were still there. I only regret not going to some that may very well not be there when I go again. 3 Crow. Drifters. Red Bicycle. And so on.
I hope all of the local businesses return and people can recover or rebuild. I hope Tall and Skinnies don’t replace the historic architecture. And I hope a bunch of people from New York don’t move in.
Most of all, I hope all of the missing make it home, and for those who don’t, I hope their families find peace.