whoops. i know people have been just on the edge of their seats waiting for me to update this, and i say with confidence to my avid fans: i'm back. it's been a wild week in the nash. over 7 guests in the past 2 weeks, some broken chairs, a lot of empty natural light cans, and some serious time spent on broadway later--it's time to get serious.
ridiculousness? this. (note: bill pendergast just makes up nonsense and sings about it.)
the one and only ms. stubner and i ran into butch walker last night in the alleyway behind the ryman while we were out with our new best friends who we're not sure if they're famous or complete bums. (awkward sentence but i don't know how to fix it) either way, they drank all our whiskey. nashville is a wild place. for those of you who don't know who butch walker is (i can't say he was really on my star radar)--he's written and produced for, like, everyone in the world that's famous. he's got his own band (on tour now with the band we all thought would never really be that big but is somehow still touring and playing venues like the ryman--train--), and he writes/produces/etc/etc/etc for EVERYONE. seriously. his track record is insane.
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