South Broadway in Nashville is Honkytonk Row. It is a sight to behold, five or six blocks of wall to wall saloons, cowboys, cowgirls, urban cowboys, bouncers, and musicians convening in a maelstrom of country music. Many bars are owned by pop country icons that help lure patrons off the street. The bars have stages in front with windows open to the street in the hopes a choice riff snares a thirsty patron inside. Guidebooks are often misleading, but our Nashville book described a “sweet spot” to take in this spectacle. Early evening before the population (and their bladders) swell to the pop point is the best time to view. We caught much of The Royal Hound’s set at Robert’s. There were several bands before and several after on this chilly Tuesday. The trio consisted of a fret burning guitarist from Brazil, a capable drummer, and a front man who sang and played standup bass. They stormed through Dick Dale’s Misirlou which morphed into a speedy Rawhide. These guys can play, but I’m assuming so can the other thirty bands that were playing the 6pm time slot on the strip. They played the obligatory Devil Went Down to Georgia, I wonder if the cowboys realize that song is about Robert Johnson’s deal. I know summayall are thinking about Getting Drunk On a Plane, but I was happy to be Here At The Western World.
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