The fancy tents section.
I really envy Tennessee riders' access to a skull-and-crossbones motorcycle license plate. That is unusually cool for a government issue anything.
Pirate flags abound! I also saw where someone had posted a fake parrot with a Miller Lite outside their encampment.
A brief ride into Nashville to commune with the home of country music.
Layla's Honky Tonk downtown, the least corporate and most faithful of the many such places in what Nashville calls "The District." Layla's is also unusually female-friendly, not in the 'ladies' night' sense, but in the sense of having built a space with enough female-coded things that women actually feel included and welcome there. Here we see a band of good old boys throwing down a rockabilly cover of Merle Haggard's "Little Ole Wine Drinker, Me."
Not only pirate flags were in attendance. There was a lot of that sort of patriotism that I have long noticed both in the South generally and among bikers in general: love of the country, disdain and suspicion of the government.
Musfasa in his chariot.
For me, the hands-down best performance of Saturday night was Kendell Marvel. He's not an up-and-coming artist like most of them were, but an established success as a songwriter whose performances are strong -- he has a deep singing voice like Hank Williams Jr. He performed the linked piece after a story about how he lives on a 200 year old farm but also keeps a place in Nashville, where his neighbors are hippies but they all get along just fine. One night they were out enjoying some wine together when his kids -- already grown, like my own son -- poked their heads out to say that he should come in and see the television because Sturgill Simpson was performing one of his songs.
Great music, great fun, and a sense of comradery one rarely finds in American life these days.
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