Thursday, Dec. 10th
Jenn Franklin (www.jennfranklin.com) and I drive down winding roads book-ended by mountains full of stark trees that from a distance look like stubble on an old man’s prominent chin. We are headed to Flat Rock, NC. The mountains are layered along the road and look like piles of ribbon from the presents the Universe is wrapping for Christmas. Flat Rock is a quaint village within the folds of the mountain. We are performing at the Flat Rock Wine Shoppe and Back Room – it is warm, cozy and spacious with brick walls with large murals painted into the brick. Not many are out on a 20+ degree evening. Our fingers and feet are a bit chilly from the cold, but our spirits are warmed by those who are there – who listen intently and acknowledge our presence, our offering of music. We make new friends with Heather the bartender, Craig the waiter, Michael the soundman and Tom who books the shows. What a nice bunch! Then we are headed on to Johnson City, TN for our show [...]
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Jenn Franklin (www.jennfranklin.com) and I drive down winding roads book-ended by mountains full of stark trees that from a distance look like stubble on an old man’s prominent chin. We are headed to Flat Rock, NC. The mountains are layered along the road and look like piles of ribbon from the presents the Universe is wrapping for Christmas. Flat Rock is a quaint village within the folds of the mountain. We are performing at the Flat Rock Wine Shoppe and Back Room – it is warm, cozy and spacious with brick walls with large murals painted into the brick. Not many are out on a 20+ degree evening. Our fingers and feet are a bit chilly from the cold, but our spirits are warmed by those who are there – who listen intently and acknowledge our presence, our offering of music. We make new friends with Heather the bartender, Craig the waiter, Michael the soundman and Tom who books the shows. What a nice bunch! Then we are headed on to Johnson City, TN for our show [...]