We stayed at the Hermitage Hotel and started things off with a little, and I do mean little, filet mignon.
Patrick killing his drum kit at the Ryman Auditorium.
Dan showing everyone how it is done.
Tootsies bar.
We asked the band upstairs to play some Townes Van Zandt. They didn't know who he was, so we left our half drunk Budweiser and headed elsewhere.
The man, the myth, the legend.
Great barbeque, bad service...
What would Ernest Tubb Have done?
Yes, it was on Broadway, but a really cool place.
I mean who has a pedal-steel guitar player playing at 1 pm? awesome.
And what's a trip without a little rap music? Graham Central Station, baby. Notice the packed house.
