Next Year. Next Year in Nashville.

Next year in Nashville.

This year, as I followed along at home, I tried to let the pleasure of reading reviews like those below, and my nightly browsing of videos, outweigh my jealousy. It pretty much worked.

From CONCERTHOPPER.COM:

David Olney

Only at Americanafest could one of the week's best performances come inside a hat store. But that was the case to open the Hatwrks Happening as Nashville's own David Olney delivered an hour long clinic in songwriting. Olney is one of those guys who appears to have a 50 point IQ spot on anyone else in the room, but who is so humble and affable that he never comes across as pretentious, even when he's sprinkling references to Greek mythology and classic literary traditions into his folksy ballads.

From No Depression:

What if god is a 17-year-old girl with purple hair standing in front of a Marshall amp playing a red guitar?

— David Olney

The hatWRKS Happenin' featured David Olney, who should be declared a national treasure, an unheralded traveler in Woody Guthrie's footsteps, all the more necessary in this dark and gloomy political clime.

Stolen picture from Van DeLisle. I ❤️shaggy David.

 From Rolling Stone:

Best MVP: Aaron Lee Tasjan
You couldn’t walk into a bar, club or even backyard during AmericanaFest and not bump into Aaron Lee Tasjan. The singer-guitarist, who released the terrific new album Karma for Cheap last week, kicked off his Americana week at the Basement East, where he performed a bombastic version of Helen Reddy’s “I Am Woman” at the Show Up and Sing! tribute night. From there, he played at least one show each day, culminating with three gigs on Saturday. A believer of the “it’s not how you feel, but how you look” dogma, stylish cat Tasjan sported a different outrageous outfit each night. J.H.

Oh, and seeing Stacie Huckeba's photos in Rolling Stone too. Damn, I wish I had been at that show.

Next year. 

Next year in Nashville.

I love this, and Ernie said, it doesn't sound ironic. Oh, love this guy so much. Owen said to me the other day, "How'd  you get so lucky to get Aaron Lee play at our house?" I  told him I didn't know....sheer luck.

SO many other great shows we missed. Next year.