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Thursday, May 06, 2010
Nashville
HIGHWAYS IN HELL. I've been there several times. Kind, hospitable people and a city that's a fascinating mix of old south and brand new entrepreneurial, uh, things made of concrete and amusement park accessories. It's wonderful and touching and awful all at the same time. Someone took me to a nightclub in the old part of town, and it was the first time I realized just how well those country rednecks can play. It's not screeching. It's music and when you're there with them it's the best and most vital music you've ever heard. Nothing beats that slide guitar when you're three feet away from it and feeling the smile. And, yeah, I've been in jazz clubs in Chicago, too, but virtuosity is virtuosity, whether it's wearing sunglasses and fedoras or snakeskin boots and cowboy hats.
It's all underwater now. Here's Michelle Malkin's roundup of problems and ways to chip in.
Do what you can. They may not be begging for our help, but they need it.
