Nash Vegas

Coming to America, I wasn't initially sure what to expect. In some respects, I was expecting to feel anxious, isolated but overall, excited. In New York City, I felt exactly these. When you're watching the films and seeing all the beautiful people living it up in NYC, you look up at the skyscrapers and down the busling streets for your own camera crew to jump out and launch you into something Sex and the City-esque. Wrongo. I guess that's what you get for being a naive 19 year-old.
The city is beautiful, and sitting in Washington Square in Greenwich Village was the best feeling I've had in a long while. Then, a day after, we bus it to Nashville: Music City.
Driving through Tennessee, it was gorg. I could easily buy a house in suburban Nashville and live out here for a while, rediscovering my country roots.
Me and the boy ventured to 12th and Porter in Downtown Nashville to see Framing Hanley's release set. Although the DVD dragged on way too long for my liking, the short yet sweet acoustic set got me in the mood for new music. Nashville is a revolutionary hub for that, whether it be rock, folk and of course, the legendary country music of yesteryears influencing young artists continuously.
I will post recommendations of places to visit/eat/enjoy once I'm all settled at home with a big cup of tea. Maybe even a scone.