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On our way to Nashville, we went through a town called Brownsville. One of it’s suburbs, near Highway no. 19, is Nutbush, birthplace of Tina Turner. We got a bit lost though and couldn’t find it.

Anyway, Nashville was another surprise to us. We expected in your face country & western but instead got a great little city with certainly the nicest people we’ve met so far in the US. As this was the home of Country we popped down to the Country Music Hall Of Fame and got educated on a the biggest genre of music to totally zoom past the UK (we’re not including Billy Ray Cyrus or Rednex in this). There were some totally ridiculous outfits worn by these people and also some ridiculous records made by them, but nonetheless it was still a good trip. We found out where Dolly got the inspiration for “9 to 5” from (her fingernails), a cool exhibit on Ray Charles’s rather unknown country recordings and saw gold discs for every country album to win the accolade – which is hundreds, maybe thousands.


On the way back through the city we did a bit of sightseeing and window shopping, then dropped into a bar to listen to a country band. Gladly there was a proper cowboy playing & singing and even a couple who kept getting up to dance around. And none of your line dancing bobbins either. I must admit that I’m growing a fondness for slide guitars, I reckon it’d be cool to have one, but maybe after I get a theramin. Joe did venture back the next night where the same band was playing but with a terrible lady singing for them. There was also another couple dancing, but these new ones were a bit younger & lighter on their feet than the previous night’s couple (who appeared again). Maybe that particular bar had a Dancing On Sawdust style competition.