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The first leg of the Atlanta trip - Home to Rocky Top, TN, could've been worse, but I could've planned it so much better. Hitting greater Cincinnati at 5pm was not ideal, as was forgetting how early the sun sets this time of year. Took too long to get over the bridge into KY, and then once in KY, I had no idea how far I'd have to go to get out of the NKY side of Greater Cincinnati. it was also pitch black by now (6pm!) and it felt like midnight. Very disorienting. I haven't driven down here at night in years and years, and I can't decide if seeing the rocks and drop-offs, or NOT seeing them, is worse. Some rain, nothing terrible, and I got to the Econo Lodge just a bit later than planned.

I went super-cheap for this stay, since it was just a quick stop for the night. The night clerk did inquire whether I was traveling alone (yes) and staying just the one night (yes), and tried to put me in a room in sight of the office, but they were all booked. I guess other solo women were staying there, too. I ended up on the other side of that building, also on the first floor (thank you, mountainous terrain), and while there was a lot of light coming in around the door, I could park right there, had no one in the rooms on either side of me, and the room was clean and not scary. The bathroom wasn't as updated, but it was functional, which is all I needed.

I slept like shit. it was cold and damp, so I put the heat on, but for most of the night I had it set to cycle off and on, and with each cycle it woke me up. it FINALLY occurred to me to switch over to the fan always-on, and then I finally got some sleep. woke up later than I wanted to, showered, attacked my newly-cut hair with a ton of product, and then hit the road in the rain.

Started seeing signs for Buc-ees, but with the rain, I opted not to stop. Plus, it was not a convenient time. A couple stops for breaks and gas, and managed to find Speedways to get my extra discount. I think I was paying $2.40/gal for gas. *happy dance* At one point, there was a sign for "Dayton/Cleveland" and I had to laugh. I know there's a Cleveland TN, but I forgot there's a Dayton TN too.

About a dozen miles before the TN/GA state line, Rover hit 38k miles. Very proud of her! just under 40k miles in 4 years; not bad for someone who hardly drives anymore.

Georgia wasn't terrible - the drivers were fine for the most part, not the full-on homicidal that KY drivers are. Because it was December 1st, when I saw the "buckle up Georgia" signs, I thought they looked Santa-y. About the time I hit Atlanta, it occurred to me that they were most definitely invoking the confederate flag. gross. That was the first time I had any inkling that maybe this might not be the sunshine-and-roses trip that all my others had been.

I got to metro Atlanta about 3pm friday afternoon, and while it was chaos, it was controlled chaos. plenty of well-marked lanes. HOV lanes nowhere near where I needed to be, so no accidental use. The express lanes were closed, so no expensive oopsie there, either. My second moment of reality in living color was multiple encampments under overpasses, and people standing on the highway where things were slow enough to actually engage in soliciting money/food/whatever. I've never encountered that on an 8-lane interstate.

Got to Ben's place about 3:30; once again, no amount of studying google maps helps me when it comes to navigating in the real world. He greeted me at the door with a big ol' bear hug, and I was very proud of myself for not crying. Arnold the cat had Opinions about the situation, naturally. Ben helped me schlep my stuff in, and then we set about to catching up. We had about two hours before we had to hit the road to the show. Ben was willing to go - residual root canal drama/pain had subsided enough, and I volunteered to drive if he could navigate. No idea what we talked about. I know I rambled a LOT. we discussed dinner, but I wasn't hungry, but still insisted he eat something; he did not. I got ready first, admiring my awesome-looking hair (getting it chopped was such the right thing to do!), strapping the girls into The Good Bra, and donning the just clingy enough tshirt. The flannel I had planned to go with it ended up getting tossed aside, as it was 70 degrees and i was sweltering. "You ARE in the south" Ben reminded me.
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I'm not going to separate my venue review for this show, because the Moody Motel is a private residence! It's been a decade or two since I've been to a house concert, but they are increasingly popular with the small bands I'm seeing on all the socials. the hosts were fantastic, the event was in their front room, with room to move about in the kitchen and living room behind, so accessibility would've only been an issue had we arrived super-late and had to park far away. Lights were dim in the front and back rooms, with lots of candles (most electric) and other dim lighting to set the mood. I spied a kitty at one point, who was clearly not a fan of the crowd.

A house concert is nothing like a show at a bar. We were greeted by Jill, who welcomed us warmly and shared my joke about our mothers haunting us if we didn't do right as hostess and guest (her showing us around, and me producing the baked goods and beer to be shared). I'd been commenting on the Instagram posts, so once the word "cookies" was sounded, several people approached me to say hi and confirm i really DID drive in all the way from Ohio. A few were shocked to hear this was my 5th show of the year. One guy, Lance, pulled me aside and asked how I found out about Darren's shows, as he's yet to figure out how to get the info to come to him. I told him I stalk IG/FB and his website, but that the summer shows first appeared on Spotify. I joked that I was going to demand Darren let me take over his social media, but I wasn't 100% kidding.

The vibe was nice and chill, and eventually I saw Darren and Zach and waved hello, figuring we'd chat at some point. Many people were meeting them for the first time, and let's face it, we're old friends by now. heh. Ben was rather subdued, but introduced himself around, and the "where do you live?" game was played. He lives by a drive-in theater on the south side of town, which everyone immediately knew of. It was that or use the uber-racist name for the neighborhood. Eventually someone recognized his Pedro t-shirt du jour, and the two of them launched into Pedro-talk for quite a while.

At one point, Darren approached me and began talking about the book I'd given him, and how some friends of his spoke highly of her, and how much he enjoyed it. He's got such a soft voice that he's hard to hear in loud rooms, but it was a lovely conversation. He'd read Al Jolson, and talked about the chimp/gorilla that lied, and compared it to his line "I'm the boy who fell in and got the gorilla killed" -- the actual meaning being doing something for one reason but it having vastly different (bad) consequences. I chided him for the Harambe reference and confessed I have a very hard time seeing past the literal meaning of that line. I spoke a bit about how Hempel is the reason I write, and have been writing since I was a teen, and the challenges I have writing fiction. As always, there wasn't enough time, and he got pulled away by someone else.

Lance, another super-fan, had a box full of albums he wanted Darren to sign, but did not have with him the three that were for sale. He asked if I had paypal; I do. Then he asked if I had Venmo. I do. Darren was accepting Venmo (that's new), but Lance only had PayPal, so he asked if he could PayPal me the $$ for the albums, and I make the purchase via Venmo. I agreed. we completed the transaction, and I put in the note "for Lance, i promise!" and made him go tell Darren, so Darren wouldn't get mad at me. That was the first time I've ever seen Darren with his phone out, and it was just long enough to see the transaction, and then it was back into his pocket. an aside -- the cash price for his albums has always been $20. This is the first I've seen him take venmo, and I was happy to see the price increase, if only to cover the transaction fees associated with digital payments.

Then out of nowhere, Jay Gonzalez started playing. The show was a sell-out (40 people) and it got a little tight as we all moved forward to better hear and see. at one point, Jay had a tiny keyboard (smaller than a melodica) strapped to his guitar and was playing both. crazy. He didn't sound anything like Drive By Truckers, but I didn't hate it. after one song, he quipped "I'd always wanted to write a bosa nova about cunnilinguis" and the crowd lost it.

Eventually Darren and Zach took the floor, and Ben and I moved over to the side, on their right, to have a better view. I know that Darren often turns to look at Zach while playing, and when he plays his keyboard he'd be facing us, and that's what I wanted. Going into the show he was very calm and relaxed. He'd had a beer or two, and he really seemed to be vibing. At one point, he said "Zach, it's too quiet. Can someone grab something off a shelf and break it?" and we all chuckled. none of the bar background noise, no people coming and going, no TVs or loud conversations, just 40 people focused on the music. Some where there for Darren or Jay; others were there because they'd attended prior events and loved the atmosphere. either way, we all wanted to be there. Ben commented later that a few times Darren looked very please with himself, like he'd hit a chord/note just right, and had that look of bliss when things just line up perfectly. I have to agree. He got a little funky with the phrasing in a few songs which was nice to hear, loosening up a bit. Zach didn't have a microphone, so his harmonies weren't nearly as prominent, but he still added a lot to it. He played a song or two I'd not heard him play this year, but still no Wild Ascending Blue. I need to ask him about that; I'm guessing there's just not room in the Subaru for a 2nd acoustic guitar?

After the show we got to chat with Zach, and someone asked how he and Darren got connected. Zach had been hired to be a guitar tech for Hiss Golden Messenger when Darren was playing drums, and they toured together. sometiem after that, Darren called him up. Zach is in his own band, Canine Heart Sounds, where he plays keys and guitar and drums, plus sings. We talked with others that we hadn't seen prior to the show, and had many a good laugh with other fans. it was also quite apparent that the crowd was pretty queer-leaning, and the Moodys were queer-friendly. they had a rainbow flag in the main room with the words "abide no hatred" and the sign on the bathroom door was the one with "whatever, just wash your hands" on it. Ben loved it.

I'd told Ben prior to the show that his mission, if he was up for it, was to get a pic of me with Darren. I've never bothered to even ask up until now, but figured I could make my friend be The Bad Guy :) so finally, I have proof that I've met Darren Fucking Jessee. Ben only took the one shot, and Darren was mid-blink, but that's OK, there's other photos, and it was a perfect way to end the night.

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