Spent last night in a series of progressively dirtier and gritier Nashville honky-tonk bars. Neon signs, cowboy hats and tight jeans, plastic cups of whiskey and continuous live music. Some bluegrass, some rock, some blues, but mostly steel guitar country. I’m not sure if it was the quality of the musicians or the aforementioned plastic cups of whiskey, but it sure sounded good to me.

Real America. Real cool.