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Ah what can I say ... the wonderousness of music. Friday brought the great enjoyment of music. Of course music on the street first. Above you see my friends who can always be found on Broadway in Nashville playing their drums... (buckets)... bringing a breath of fresh air to a street filled with the disturbing sounds of honkey tonks and country star wannabees. Yes the best act in Nashville. Well except for friday.

Guster graced the city of Nashville. Its always rare (yet relieving) when a true act comes to Nashville. The played for an hour half set... with stobes guitars, a cameo by Nickel Creek... But best of all it was watching a guy play a full set of drums, bongos, cymbals... all with his hands.... he had em taped up with duct tape so as to persavere...

I had plans of bringing the camera with me so you could enjoy the show... but got the proverbial "change battery pack" warning 1 minute into the trip... DOH...

I'll try to do better tonight at Radiohead.

But for now enjoy tommy's rendention of Guster ... (Note they sound alot better than this, but have the same pasion live!).

Comments

hi my name s jeremy i own this website im super cool! i have my raincoat!!! thursday is coming!!!!!!!! i think its well time enough for a picture of a tree.

aaha. I remember those drunken bucket players down there, pretty funny stuff. We just have stoned bucket players here in Vancouver. Anyway that sounded good, I liked the drums.

i saw guster open for john mayer a while back, and they were awesome! gotta love the bongos :) too bad you didn't get any video...

definitely looking forward to the radiohead footage (or at least some pictures)!

hey! pick on your own bums! :oP

Actually, I think I've seen the shirtless guy before. Of course, there are homeless people under every bridge and just about on every street corner in Nashville.

I'm both happy and sad to say that we don't have homeless people on the streets of Franklin very often at all. You'll see maybe two a year. I'm happy because when you see homeless people you feel sorry for them and it makes you feel bad, which is an all-together selfish reason. I'm sad because the reason we don't see them here is that the police run them out of town faster than old Elmer up there can discover his new sunburn.

Ah, the complexities of life...and my veracious over-analytical cognizance of it.

And for the happiness to this comment...well...I'm enjoying coffee....yay!

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