27 April 2007
Exit/In, Nashville
The Music City Marathon passed by our hotel this morning, but I didn't hear a thing. It takes a lot of training to achieve something like that.
The Exit/In is a proper Rock club which is square and dark and painted black. It has a grand heritage of bands that have passed through, and has a big list of them up on the wall in case you forget - Dr John, The Ramones, Talking Heads.
Across the street is a great guitar store called the Rock Block, where Jim buys an acoustic, so that he can take a little bit of Nashville home with him. I'm thinking of getting a new guitar while I'm out here, but they didn't quite have The One there.
I was extremely grateful for the proximity of the shop once we got set up, because my amp kept blowing fuses. We're not the kind of operation that carries lots of spares, and it wouldn't take too much to fuck up the show (like when Tracy Bonham fell over on stage and poured beer into the piano - oh yes, Tracy, we remember). Somehow we've got away with it so far, but without a helpful distributor of power tubes nearby tonight would have been a guitarless gig. And that would have been no fun for anyone.
And although I can't see how anyone would be more interested in this than amplifier repairs, the gig was tremendous.
Jim: "Blackish maroon; quite zesty. Good on the front palate. Considerably inky. Great texture."
