When in Nashville, do like the Nashvillians do: go to the CMT Music Festival! We braved the heat and joined the 50,000 fest-goers for four days of country music. All of downtown Nashville was blocked off for on-street performances, autograph signings, fun zones, and general chaos. This is when Hollywood meets Redneck at its finest. All you need is a pair of cowboy boots, a shiny hat and a shinier belt buckle.
On day one, Girl took off work early to venture the street activities which were free to the public. There were free concerts at about every corner and every bar. The River Front and Sommett center had better-known-names while the Hard Rock and bars had newer up-and-comers. Girl got to see The Randy Roger Band (Texas rock) and Guy got a flash from the past while tapping along to The Kentucky HeadHunters.
The ultimate pork-chops...Wolverine has nothing on the drummer.
The evening was reserved for more music at LP Field. This was where the big boy and girls performed. The first night had the best lineup with the biggest names. But not even the biggest country music artist can stand in the way of Mother Nature. The night ended short for us, after two performances (Brooks & Dunn and Reba) a lighting storm forced a three hour delay of the concert. We waited until 11pm and decided to get some dinner and go home. Bummer… apparently, the concert resumed a little after midnight with most of the acts performing until 2am.
As the weekend progressed, we learned that we were not modern country music aficionados. Come to find out, we would walk and stand next to “celebrities” and not even know it (tune in to our next entry for photos; maybe you can help us figure out who these people are). Guy “discovered” a few new acts that he likes, at least he thinks they are “new”: The Zac Brown Band and Jamey Johnson. Girl gave the best-act-of-the-festival to Wynonna Judd. She’s got some serious vocal pipes!
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