This afternoon, once my buddy's buddies left for the airport, we hit the Honky Tonk district, again! But, the scene had changed generations and with it, genre of music. Or perhaps it was just another Saturday. Luckily, we had tickets to Opry at the Ryman.
From the politically charged opera, There Is Hope, in which even pops were not safe, we landed on bluegrass, where God remained on stage the whole time. The show did not leave us wanting more, but sitting on original pews where generations of church goers and music lovers had sat before us, overwhelmed me. The past was indeed present.
We returned to Bourbon Street Blues and Boogie Bar. No Blues, no Boogie! The Saturday-night band played my dance club songs - alas, I was out with the wrong friend! I didn't get to kick up my heels, but I had my first Jello Shot!
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