Still here
I'm not leaving Nashville until I can play Jackson all the way through on the guitar. Yesterday I got a telepath from my father: When are you coming home? I don't know, Pabbi, these chords are difficult and my fingertips are bleeding. He likes it when I call him Pabbi.
Sometimes I think about sneaking off to the freight trains that I hear in the dead of night. Jump up on the last wagon and cling on tight; just me and my backpack all the way to Jackson, Mississippi.
You could also just get on a bus, the voice of reason in my head keeps telling me.
Stop it, I tell it. You're ruining the movie.
15 comments:
The photos that the locksmith took of you are amazingly expressive.
You said you have to learn the difference between falling in love and wanting to take photos of someone - well, it's often when we realise that we don't want to take photos of someone anymore that we realise that the love is gone...
You deserve to be happy, enjoy
Apparently it takes a while but then your fingers toughen up and you can play forever without hurting (so my kids tell me). Oh and it has to be one of those open wagon-type carriages - far more romantic than a bus.
Hey, Annie, you bin in Nashville a mardy long tarm - 11 days by mar recknin. Guess you must kinda like the place.
That C chord is a tough one for a beginner. If you master the F you can play the G just by moving up two frets...
The Indigo Girls singing 'Nashville' might be a particularly awesome, if a tad obvious, soundtrack for this section of the anniefilm.
Hey Annie, mind that wanderlust. It can be hard to shake off when it needs to be shaken off, like a rolling stone.
Go for it. Wish I'd done the same in Rouen back in 1993 (sigh).
I liked Nashville too. :)
'We got married in a fever, Hotter than a pepper sprout.'
Love that line.
I'm battering away at Ghost Riders In the Sky tonight, got to work my way up to Jackson.
Loving the travelogue Annie, that's a rare talent you have in them fingers.
Lucinda Williams has a good one called Jackson, too. But you probably knew that, cowgirl.
Unnur, you were in Nashville too? Goddamnit, I always think I'm the only one. Actually, I can imagine you here pretty easily.
Anyway, turns out I am not a guitarist. I will take all your kind words and stick to blogging.
I'm outta here etc...
Yeah, I was in Nashville too. Glamourously, it's where us girls in my girlypunkband started our USA tour! ;) We hung out with the cool kids and Lambchop came to see us perform. It's where we rented our gear so before heading back home we returned to Nashville to return it. The tech guys at the gear rental place took us to a rodeobar to ride a mechanical bull on the premise that "you girls haven't experienced America until you've ridden that crazy fucker!". Later that night I sang kareoke with a live punk rock band at a charity event for a girl rock band camp and when the organisers discovered they had a real walking talking icelandic girlie punk rock band in the crowd we were invited on stage where we performed to great cheer!
I ended that particular night at a houseparty posing for pics with bunny boy from Gummo and complaining to a guy that was crazy in love with me about how much it sucked to have a boyfriend back home so jelous that he called me every day to doubt my fidelity.
The next day I was very hungover.
I plan to return to Nashville in a few months.
Oh, the Nashville stories. I'm going back there too. Maybe we should bring Anna Magda too :P
Hahaha! Now that's an idea for when there are many of us enough so that we can get a group discount! ;)
But Nashville, yes, it makes everyone feel like rockstars or movie heroes!
Hey Annie
I live in Nashville. Sorry I missed you!
Linda
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