I flew out to Nashville after a break up to hear a few nights of live music and have some thinking time. The people next door were screaming all night long. I’ll spare you the details on the dirty room, but suffice it to say, I slept with my clothes on and a chair propped up against the door. At the first sign of light in the morning I was out the door to find a safe place. I found a place down the street and was delighted to run into Patty Griffin, who I had seen play the night before at the 328 club. In the end, it was a great trip.