Arriving to Nashville, TN on Wednesday August 26th was indeed a labor of love and commitment to something far deeper than any vinyl groove or melody between friends. I awoke in my hometown of Red Deer, AB early in the morning with bags packed, cameras at the ready and my mind akin to an open camera sensor ready to snap shut and lock away memory after irreversible memory for the forthcoming 6 days of magic.
A short journey southbound to the Calgary International Airport and the regular cursory clearance with the silver haired, weather beaten face of the US Customs Agent he smiled an eerily white toothed grin after declaring I was on holiday to take in the “Music City” and its entire splendor. “Kachunk!” went the passport stamp and the green light atop his wicket signaled the next in line to move forward, another step closer to freedom, to irresponsibility, to family, to friends, to mud and that healing spirit of the music.
A quick arrival from United Airlines and a row of pretty young stewardess’ in training provided ample time for the typical in flight chatter along the route. A quick bounce into Houston, TX and the unquenchable accompanying thirst of the George Bush Airport and the seemingly endless march to a 30 minute connection landed at Gate D and departing Gate a – key words here – Haul Ass!
The last flight from Texas into Nashville aboard the United Airlines Embraer 145 jet is more likened to flying inside a mineshaft or a pack of gum with wings. Tastefully adorned with one row on one side and two seats on the opposite side, the stewardess towers over her flock of passengers at what height I can guess as no more than 5’4” at the most. As I round the corner of the passenger connecting walkway, her eyes literally triple in size, her jaw agog, please watch your step sir. Soon after taking my seat I am beside a young professional BMX rider from Orange County in Southern California. He and his team were in Nashville for a training clinic; we exchanged stories of music, metal, bikes, injuries, scars, and surf.
Arriving in Nashville, TN I had my cameras in tow in my Think-tank Hard drive Streetwalker pack; my clothes and luggage duffel were unsuccessful at making the short connection in Houston. With a pleasant and charming introduction to the lost luggage lady in Nashville, TN she located my luggage and said it would be hand delivered to the beautiful Hotel Indigo in Downtown Nashville, TN.
I proceeded in good spirits to the Hertz rental car agency; considering my bag was found I felt the need to celebrate. A good friend at the service counter; Wes the man with the plan hooked me up with a great deal on a Chevrolet Camaro SS black in color and ohhh baby the creature that lived under that hood. A 700hp engine block of cold forged steel that ran red with the blood of Satan himself. I loaded into the car and hit the open road for 3 days in music city and 3 days immersed in the magic that is Muddy Roots.
Stay tuned for more tales from the road friends. As always please be sure to share this post with all your Muddy Roots Music Festival family and alumni. Thank you!