Chihuly at Night

June 21, 2010

Anyone who tries to say that Nashville is not cultured is sorely mistaken. Is it New York? No. But what other city in the world is? But who wants another New York anyway?! 🙂 But Nashville has a great bit of culture. Take, for example, the fact that Nashville has been overrun by Dale Chihuly’s art. His work is indoors at the Frist Center, it was in Nashville Opera’s Bluebeard’s Castle and is also on display outdoors at Cheekwood Botanical Gardens.

Cheekwood is staying open late on Thursdays and Fridays so Chihuly’s art can be viewed at night under the lights. So, wanting to be cultured, Tim and I went with some friends Friday night. This is when I learned that Nashville truly is cultured. The line to get into the gardens rivaled Disney World! All the parking spots were gone so they were “arranging new ones” i.e. grass and dirt (Max did some off-roading. He was awesome!). It took us over 20 minutes to get in and park for a place that usually takes 2 minutes tops. People were out in droves, even in the “horrendous heat” (come on folks, Texas has it worse than we do).

Way to go Nashville! I have even more pride for my lovely city of Nashville.


We are Nashville

May 5, 2010

Downtown Nashville is not supposed to look like this

The streets are rivers

Below is a blog entry from another individual about the recent flood in Nashville. I couldn’t have said it better myself.

We Are Nashville
By Patten Fuqua
Published: May 4, 2010
We Are Nashville

Allow me a moment to step away from the usual voice of this website.

What I am about to write has absolutely nothing to do with hockey.

If you live outside of Nashville, you may not be aware, but our city was hit by a 500-year flood over the last few days. The national news coverage gave us 15 minutes, but went back to focusing on a failed car bomb and an oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. While both are clearly important stories, was that any reason to ignore our story? It may not be as terror-sexy as a failed car bomb or as eco-sexy as an oil spill, but that’s no reason to be ignored.

The Cumberland River crested at its highest level in over 80 years. Nashville had its highest rainfall totals since records began. People drowned. Billions of dollars in damage occurred. It is the single largest disaster to hit Middle Tennessee since the Civil War. And yet…no one knows about it.

Does it really matter? Eventually, it will…as I mentioned, there are billions of dollars in damage. It seems bizarre that no one seems to be aware that we just experienced what is quite possibly the costliest non-hurricane disaster in American history. The funds to rebuild will have to come from somewhere, which is why people need to know. It’s hard to believe that we will receive much relief if there isn’t a perception that we need it.

But let’s look at the other side of the coin for a moment. A large part of the reason that we are being ignored is because of who we are. Think about that for just a second. Did you hear about looting? Did you hear about crime sprees? No…you didn’t. You heard about people pulling their neighbors off of rooftops. You saw a group of people trying to move two horses to higher ground. No…we didn’t loot. Our biggest warning was, “Don’t play in the floodwater.” When you think about it…that speaks a lot for our city. A large portion of why we were being ignored was that we weren’t doing anything to draw attention to ourselves. We were handling it on our own.

Some will be quick to find fault in the way rescue operations were handled, but the fact of the matter is that the catastrophe could not have been prevented and it is simply ignorant beyond all reason to suggest otherwise. It is a flood. It was caused by rain. You can try to find a face to stick this tragedy to, but you’ll be wrong.

Parts of Nashville that could never even conceivably be underwater were underwater. Some of them still are. Opry Mills and the Opryland Hotel are, for all intents and purposes, destroyed. People died sitting in standstill traffic on the Interstate. We saw boats going down West End. And, of course, we all saw the surreal image of the portable building from Lighthouse Christian floating into traffic and being destroyed when cars were knocked into it. I’m still having trouble comprehending all of it.

And yet…life will go on. We’ll go back to work, to school, to our lives…and we’ll carry on. In a little over a month, I’ll be on this website talking about the draft. In October, we’ll be discussing the new Predators’ season with nary a thought of these past few days. But in a way, they changed everyone in this town. We now know that that it can happen to us…but also know that we can handle it.

Because we are Nashville.


June 4, 2008

Yes. I’ve been AWOL for much too long.  I was scared that the Blog Reaper would come and reap my blog.  Life has been very hectic the past 3 weeks and little time with consistent internet.

Right after Cenerentola, I got sick…of course.  That happens often with me. I spent several days in bed and couldn’t even really sit up. I finally got well enough to sit up and I was on a plane to go home to Nashville!!!!

When I arrived, I had a house to pack up and move into the new house that Tim and I bought a month or so ago.  Tim had done quite a bit of work, but the rest was up to me since he actually has a real job that allows me to gallivant around the country.  In addition to moving, we decided to go ahead and paint.  I have never painted so much in my life. The first 2 days of painting I found it rather relaxing and fun.  Day 3 – not so much.  I kind of wanted to throw all the paint materials out the window.  Day 4, I got mad and decided I couldn’t do it anymore.  Day 5, I was able to pull myself together and do some more, but Day 6, my mom arrived and I made her paint.  I was done.  No more for me.

But I love our new house.  It’s really big, so we are kind of rattling around in it, but we’ll grow into it slowly. Anyone getting rid of any decent furniture, let us know:).  I’ll get some pics posted.

As for now, I’m in New Jersey with Opera New Jersey. Just arrived yesterday, and I’ll be sharing stories and pics as I go along.

Sorry for the hiatus, but now that I have consistent internet access, I shall be back with more wonderful stories of my life!

Bumper stickers

March 13, 2008

As I mentioned in my last post, I’m in Nashville for the next few weeks. Upon my arrival at the airport and the ensuing drive home, I realized how much Southerners like their bumper stickers. Granted, I’m driving quite a bit here, so perhaps I notice it more, but even in NYC, I don’t see many bumper stickers on cars passing me by. BUT, when I do see bumper stickers in NYC, they are very different than the ones I see here. So here are some of my favorites. (Disclaimer: Listed bumper stickers are not meant to indicate any political affiliation on my part. That is not the purpose of my blog. I am simply listing observations).

Stickers seen in Nashville:

“My Smith & Wesson has killed fewer people than Ted Kennedy’s car.”

“I’d rather hunt with Dick Cheney than ride with Ted Kennedy.”

“Run Hilary Run” – put on the front of the car

“Bush Cheney ’04”

“When it absolutely, positively must be destroyed overnight (Marine Corps crest)”

“Keep honking. I’m reloading.”

“Keep Working. Millions on welfare depend on you.”

Bumper stickers in NYC:

“Hillary ’08”

“Obama ’08”

“Kerry Edwards ’04”

“After the rapture, can I have your car?”

“Renewable energy is homeland security”

“Turn left at the next election”

“‘W‘rong again.”

“Well behaved women rarely make history”

“Be nice to America or we’ll bring democracy to your country.”

So this is a sampling. What are some of your favorites?

The Little Apple

March 10, 2008

I am back in Nashville for a few weeks as I have some “time off”. Really what this means is that I’m not singing in New York until mid-April, but I am still practicing, learning a role and auditioning for anyone who will hear me.

Considering I began this blog to share my musings about New York, I wondered what could I ever write about while I’m not there! Well, after about 5 minutes back I realized that there is plenty to share about my little town.

Nashvillians are a very proud people, and like to compare it to other great cities. Many refer to it as Nashvegas (though gambling is outlawed and it rains here) and the Athens of the South, because there are several universities and we built some buildings that look rather Athenian (though we don’t speak Greek. Heck, Nashvillians barely speak English).

But my favorite is is “The Little Apple”. Somewhere in the history of this city, someone decided that Nashville was just as exciting as New York, just smaller, and decided to call it “The Little Apple”. Apparently, this said person never went to New York. Because, you see, if they had, they would realize that New York and Nashville are nothing alike. Yes, they are both cities with streets, people, cars and buildings, but that’s about where the similarities stop. Here are a few things they would know, had they ever been to the Big Apple.

They would know that New York has all these great neighborhoods and Nashville has suburbia. Though Nashville is trying to “create” these neighborhoods – we now have “The Gulch”, “12 South”, “Nashboro Village”, “Hillsboro Village” (often referred to as just “The Village”), SoBro (are you kidding me?) and “Germantown”-it’s really just where the yuppies live to feel cool. They would also notice that in New York you can find a place to eat after 10pm. In Nashville, your choice is Waffle House or Steak ‘n Shake. New York also has this thing called public transportation, which is seriously lacking in Nashville. And though Nashville does have a street named Broadway, you won’t find any theatres, just a bunch of honky tonks. People in Nashville can appear sweet but really hate you, while New Yorkers can appear to be rather rude but think you’re the greatest person they’ve ever met. To curse someone, Nashvillians like to say, “God bless her/his heart”. New Yorkers just tell you where you can go.

This person may also notice that New York is very loud with millions of people doing things at all hours of the day – the old saying, “The City that Never Sleeps”. People go to bed in Nashville. Most lights are out by midnight. What could also be observed is that the mansions on 5 acres of land located just south of Nashville cost the same or less than a 400 square foot studio in Manhattan.

I could go on, but point being, Nashville really isn’t “The Little Apple” – it’s just Nashville – a great, fun, southern city. Why do they want to be like those damn Yankees anyway?