Old Gods With No Place to Go

On the road. In Nahville. A music town. Thriving. It's younger, hipper, funkier, friendlier than I imagined. Lots of out of towners live here, which makes it seem like a city just like other cities. It's small and circular. Easy to get lost here. The ghosts of country music stars past haunt this place. But they really seem from another country, another planet, another time and place. I mean, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, June Carter, Patsy Cline, Jerry Lee Lewis, Ernest Tubbs, etc. Seem like a different kind. Not really part of the new Nashville. Their images are invoked. Their icons are everywhere, but they are like those old Greek Gods. Nice mythology, but no longer believed in, or worshipped. So a lost-ness kind of hangs over this place. It wants to be something, but it isn't what it pretends it wants to be.