as i write this on Sunday morning it’s almost impossible to look back on yesterday with any kind of objectivity. it was a day of music, great food, even better people. a freezing day. an electrifying day. and now i know where the Piggly Wiggly and various dollar stores are — and have finally stopped getting lost getting to WSHQ — i don’t want to leave Wiggins or the postcard family.
i take the fact that the hotel has this artwork hanging in the breakfast / lounge area as a sign that all things are aligned. it’s a very similar design to this blog template. yeah, it has been that kind of trip.
sort of freaky.
Joe C aka Jersey Joe and Anne and I went and took the traditional route (i.e., not Ward’s) for breakfast and i know i’m so grateful to have done that. we got a chance to talk to the woman who i think owns Serendipity and have less fast-foody fud, which i’m a big fan of this trip. if i can make it through this trip with less fast food and more of this kind of home cooking i’ll be really happy.
and then there’s this. us out-of-towners were very confused by the pepper gravy and tomato gravy. it was so funny because it was the first thing we all asked. they explained but i don’t think we really got it. in my pin mind i’m going to call it white gravy and red gravy. i’m so overloaded sense-wise i think big picture concepts is all i can handle right now.
and then the requisite food shot. nice and peppery potatoes. yumula biscuits of course. i am a HUGE fan of the large styrofoam cups they put the drinks in.
and so it began…
it was freezing cold. did a dollar store run — so fun i’ve never been to these before, was like a pig in sh*t! — for hats and gloves and fleeces. only downside was that i missed seeing The Pollies.
had a great time petting the Courtney Cat (orange tabby) and listening to Glossary while taking a break and trying to stay warm. felt good to serve as the official opener of Beef Jerky sticks — which was too much for the kids to deal with.
MacGyvered (well in my mind at least) a wet sock crisis, though i was thinking a clear produce bag (and a borrowed sock from the girls of the house), not a deli bag. must’ve been squishy and wet but there ya go….
Centro-matic played what ended up being a completely sublime set — a mix of old and new. it’s so fitting for me that i just saw Will Johnson play a solo show with Anders Parker a few weeks ago at the Mercury Lounge. it was the first live show in forever (maybe years). and then to have them cap off Wigginstock 2012, well, i’ll be going to more live shows when i get home. and will be glad for it. a nice reintroduction to the glory and beauty that is live music.
because of this g-d scary-ass storm, i’ll probably extend my trip, doubling days at locations so i get back to New York City next weekend. no skin off my back to spend more time in the South. i got some great recommendations from Susan and Doc from Doc Dailey for the Florence / Muscle Shoals area.
so the general plan is Clarksdale and Memphis for at least two days, one day on the Natchez Trace, with a jaunt to Florence / Muscle Shoals. then Nashville and wherever else i feel like hitting.
this is going to be the tougher leg of my journey i can tell already. what i am facing when i get back home to New York City — the job search, continuing to get my apartment and sleep schedule righted, adjusting to life post job of 15 years. continued terror and fear and excitement. so i’ll enjoy the solitude and distraction of these travels until then. and hope everyone stays safe in this apocalyptic weather.
big thanks (yet again) to Sean for suggesting i blog my roadtrip and the Wigginstock experience. have loved doing this.