I'm not much of a country music fan, but music is music. Now, finally, I'm going.
|If they can play in Second String Music, Nashville should be easy!|
But that's OK.
I am grateful to Sheryl, who insisted I go with a little pout. "Don't worry about me, staying back here and holding down the fort," she said. "I'll just sell everything for a dollar. And there might be a new puppy in the house when you get home."
I'll take my chances with the new puppy. I just want to wander around and soak it all in. Maybe the girls will let me get up there with them and play a song or two. I am a bit heavy on the upside down bucket drum, but I can keep a beat.
Next month I'm making them play a Chicago song with me, and I hear rumors they want to work out "Come Together" by The Beatles.
Geesh. Are these youngsters from another planet?
So we are headed for Nashville Thursday, three gloriously talented 16-year-olds, their parents and a burned-out 80s hairband rocker in tow.
This is gonna be great!