July 4, when America sings!

My confession: I’ve lived in Nashville for about seven years and never gone downtown for the July 4 extravanganza. Which is weird, since the Nashville July 4 celebration is apparently second best in the country.

So yesterday, we remedied that. Mindy and I met some other friends at the park and set up camp around 3 p.m. I was coated in sunscreen and had a basket full of snacks, so I was good to go. The WannaBeatles were playing when we arrived, so that was even enjoyable. The next act, Les Kerr and the Bayou Band, yeah, didn’t like them so much. Their music was fine; the singing and the lyrics. . . not so good.

Then came a group called the Lost Trailers. And I was really excited about them for a bit because as I told Mindy, something pretty had just walked onto the stage. Blue jeans. Black shirt. Black cowboy hat. The lead singer looked good from where I was sitting. Then he sang. . . and the crush ended.

At some point, though, a woman who had paid for a lot of work to be done to her body—and she looked good—moved down in front of us. And proceeded to dance and sway and move as if in a trance. We all decided that she was drunk, high, or had mixed her meds. Or maybe that’s just her. But the police took a special interest in her and stayed close by all night long. And sadly, after Phil Vassar left the stage, she seemed completely uninterested in everything. And she never got arrested. I really wanted to see that. 🙂

All in all, the fireworks and the symphony were great and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I’m planning on going back next year. Who wants to come along?

Need a glimpse of all the fun? Go here.