PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC WHITE BOY!

PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC WHITE BOY!

 

I’m sitting in The Elliston Place Soda Shop in Nashville TN. I remember the first time I came in here. It was 1986 and I had just moved to Nashville. This place was a relic even then. Each table had a small jukebox that list a bunch of old records curiously dated in the mid 1970’s, lots of disco. Thirty two years later they still sit with the same songs still inoperable. It’s as if one day in 1976 while playing Rick Dees “Disco Duck” the whole thing just went on the blink and left this time capsule.

Nashville was a different place in 1986. There was no football team, no high-end condos for tech yuppies to move into. No droves of tourist gathered on lower Broadway to sing to Karaoke tracks. The interstates were not clogged with commuters coming in and out of the city. In fact, we were not a city. We were a really big town.

Few things remain from the old Nashville. Few things except this broken 1976 jukebox. I was in 7th grade in 1976. I had never been to Nashville. I hadn’t even picked up a guitar yet, nor did I have any inkling that ten years later I would begin a thirty year journey in the music business in Nashville. Change is easy. It’s finding something that remains that is difficult. Today this broken jukebox is my constant, a place from where I can measure my life. Play that funky music white boy. It’s 2018 and I feel alive in this music town. Into this fourth decade I descend with dreams that have somehow remained intact.

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