Nashville: My new spiritual home
Last time I went to Nashville it was in the 1980s and I couldn’t see any way past the Randy Travis tea towels and the Dollywood-ification of the place. I never found the heart of the town and the experience lasted less than two days and was nearly enough to put me off my then just-blossoming love of Gram Parsons.
Went back a few weeks ago and had a somewhat different experience. The purpose of my visit was to write a feature about Caitlin Rose, my favourite new country (note that’s new and country, rather than new-country) artist for about a decade.
The feature came out on Sunday and you can read it here: http://tiny.cc/rnnpm
I’m pretty happy with the piece, but there was a lot of stuff I couldn’t get in there. Not least, some video footage I took on my phone of Caitlin and friends singing in her favourite local bar, Dino’s.
It’s pretty low-quality stuff, but you can just about make out a white-haired guy in the right corner. That’ll be Caitlin’s dad, Johnny B Rose.
Had the best time. Look out for review of Caitlin’s first album, Own Side Now, in the Independent on Sunday on the 8th of August. Meantime, enjoy…Tagged in: Caitlin Rose, Dino's, Dollywood, Gram Parsons, Johnny B Rose, Nashville, new york, Own Side Now, Randy Travis
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