So yeah... Asheville.
Got up there Friday afternoon, having made the trip from Pinebluff in a record three hours, thirty-six minutes. The first thing I do in Asheville is send a call to my friend Monica (and I'll explain Monica later on sometime), telling her I was in town. Got a answering machine, left a message, expecting her to call back within the next six hours. Ha, I'm so stupid.
Anyway, I went and found the dirtiest, shittiest hotel room in Asheville. It was at the In-Town Motel on Tunnel Road, and I've been staying there every time I've needed a room for the last six years. I love it, and they've recently gone through some cosmetic changes, like filling the swimming pool with concrete and chunks of earth. These people are unabashedly redneck, and they bathe in the fact.
The MMW show was solid. It was my first chance to catch a show at the Orange Peel, and I must say that I was impressed. Great atmosphere, great sound system, but the system used to denote under-21's leaves a lot to be desired. They had to remark my hands TWICE. If only I had taken advantage of that lapse. Some random chick bumped into me during the Soulive set, got right in my ear and whispered, "Drive By Truckers RULE!" I didn't know whether she was woefully confused, or just trying to strike up a convo, but she left before I realized that the latter was probably true. Oh well.
Saturday was uneventful. Spent way too much money on CD's and books at Green Eggs & Jam, Downtown Books & News etc. Locked my keys/wallet/everything important inside my car in front of Outback, and only by the grace of a spare clothes-hanger did I get out of Asheville in the black, financially speaking.
So, other then that, my Asheville trip was disappointing. I couldn't get up with anybody I knew, and I just wasn't feeling the scene Saturday night, so whatever. Next time will be better.
Got up there Friday afternoon, having made the trip from Pinebluff in a record three hours, thirty-six minutes. The first thing I do in Asheville is send a call to my friend Monica (and I'll explain Monica later on sometime), telling her I was in town. Got a answering machine, left a message, expecting her to call back within the next six hours. Ha, I'm so stupid.
Anyway, I went and found the dirtiest, shittiest hotel room in Asheville. It was at the In-Town Motel on Tunnel Road, and I've been staying there every time I've needed a room for the last six years. I love it, and they've recently gone through some cosmetic changes, like filling the swimming pool with concrete and chunks of earth. These people are unabashedly redneck, and they bathe in the fact.
The MMW show was solid. It was my first chance to catch a show at the Orange Peel, and I must say that I was impressed. Great atmosphere, great sound system, but the system used to denote under-21's leaves a lot to be desired. They had to remark my hands TWICE. If only I had taken advantage of that lapse. Some random chick bumped into me during the Soulive set, got right in my ear and whispered, "Drive By Truckers RULE!" I didn't know whether she was woefully confused, or just trying to strike up a convo, but she left before I realized that the latter was probably true. Oh well.
Saturday was uneventful. Spent way too much money on CD's and books at Green Eggs & Jam, Downtown Books & News etc. Locked my keys/wallet/everything important inside my car in front of Outback, and only by the grace of a spare clothes-hanger did I get out of Asheville in the black, financially speaking.
So, other then that, my Asheville trip was disappointing. I couldn't get up with anybody I knew, and I just wasn't feeling the scene Saturday night, so whatever. Next time will be better.
mrmiah:
Dude, sorry the trip wasn't everything you had hoped. Almost all of my trips to asheville have felt like that. This is the first one that has been all roses and no thorns.....
kindredchilde:
You shoulda come up to boone. duH 