With only one egg to cook, I resolved to make the pilgrimage to Kroger. A trip for eggs turned into a trip for pancake mix and sausage, and after adding 2 impulse buys to my escapade, the third was simply an afterthought. I tossed the Sunday Paper, The Tennessean, into my black basket and headed to the checkout, where I discovered that in Tennessee, on a Sunday, one cannot purchase a 40 of Olde English before noon, even if its consumption is intended for afternoon or evening thereafter. So much for my President's Day party.
I drove up the secluded driveway and toted the goods inside. The sausage was surprisingly flavorless, but the pancakes made up for it. Hungry Jack mmmmm! I was so full after pancakes and pork that I only ate one egg. I laughed out loud at that, since I had originally gone to Kroger with the intention of eating more than one for breakfast.After filling myself, I grabbed the Tennessean and headed up to the loft to read the paper with music. I found a Robert Plant special that had been taped from Palladia and settled in.
Most of the news centered around Obama's bailout plan, and those who are either for or against it firing off about it. The title of the story that would, however, involve the latter part of my day read, "Jazz Fans Fight to Save MTSU Radio Station." Now, jazz music is not my primary genre, but I fully understand and appreciate its influence on the world of music. Many, if not all, of my favorite artists were influenced by jazz, from Mike Einziger of Incubus and John Mayer to Queen, Led Zeppelin, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and even Jay-Z. Any artist who uses improvisation or syncopation, or a blue note has influence from jazz. It's a mish-mash of African and European Music. It came from America, and I felt a sudden call to duty to help defend the core of Nashville's jazz scene in a town where it has just recently had success in re-blooming alongside Broadway's honkeytonks and country bars. And what else was I going to do on a Sunday?
So it was off to Limelight, the club hosting the benefit show for 89.5 FM, aka WMOT.
Wow. This was a great show! An amazing show! It started at 3:00 and Jack and I stood at the bar until about 6:00. I met a few people from Nashville, one woman who works as a Music Therapist, and another couple that was on vacation from Virginia. There were so many great performers, and each of the bands were tightly rehearsed. The two performers that impressed me the most were Rod McGaha on Trumpet and Victor Wooten on Bass. I hope Mr. McGaha is some distant relative of mine, because I want to unleash what he's got. Such a dynamic player. Wow. And he made some really crazy sound effects with his horn every now and then that kept me interested. And Victor Wooten, oh, Victor Wooten. Where to begin. I have been meaning to see the Wooten Brothers at 3rd and Lindsley where they play every Wednesday Night, but haven't made it down yet. I have already reserved a five dollar bill to see what kind of ruckus this man might produce with his kin on Wednesday. What I saw today was hands down the best bass playing I've ever seen in my life. He played solo for about seven minutes before joining the band, and I was truly amazed at some of the sounds that he made. He seamlessly blended purcussive playing techniques with melodic progressions that I didn't even know existed. It was a lucky day for me today. I hope the fifteen dollars I donated makes a difference, because if this radio station means so much to musicians with this much talent and rapport with the community, then it deserves a Lincoln and a Hamilton from my wallet. We'll just have to wait and see what the fate of WMOT shall be.
If you'd like to help out, more info here.
So that's the beauty of what can begin with something as simple as an egg. I'll have to be careful in this town...there's so much great music to see that I may forget to make my own!
NAAAAAAAAAHHHH...Never going to happen!
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