Growing up, there was no place cooler than Nashville.
I’d head up there with a buddy whose sister was at Vandy. She had friends. A cool car. An idea of how to get to Tower Records. She’d hang out in coffee shops that I didn’t even know existed, and listen to bands at venues I could only imagine. The lights were brighter in Nashville. The people, more beautiful. The state flag, more exotic. The letterpress, legendary.
Every weekend had to end. And every drive back south to small town Alabama left me feeling that I was destined to move to a big city, where everything is illuminated.