Happy birthday to me!

I’ve heard it takes about three years to really feel at home in a new place.

But today, I gave an exam, caught up on some grading, ate to excess with colleagues at the caf, answered many emails, practiced carillon, and had dinner with a friend. Is that not winning??1  


Re: the three year thing… To be honest, I was sort of expecting longer than that when I left Georgia in August 2018 (but also being an optimist, I figured it’d be WAY less than that for me… right?). Having spent the bulk of my adult life to date in Athens, I didn’t know what *I* looked like in a different (new) place/space. But here I am, 18 months into the phase of my life dubbed “Nashville Nancy,” and as I celebrate my *insert middle-aged birthday number here* birthday, I am slowly but surely assimilating into this new-ish life. Today’s stellar activities notwithstanding, I can reflect a bit.

Just this week, I have made steps to join a local church and acquired a TN license plate. Both of these should have reasonably taken place a year ago, but the fact that I’m just getting around to them speaks volumes. You can’t replace a church like Watkinsville (and ALL that implies, but really, I’m talking about all those people), so finding a new church has been quite the journey. Plus, the physical act of associating with the state of TN (and releasing the state of GA), well, that’s also quite significant.2


Less obvious, but perhaps equally important is the fact that I am… making friends in Nashville. Yes, I know I can be mesmerizing quite charming, but if you haven’t tried to make brand new meaningful relationships as an old person, let me just tell you, it’s not exactly easy. Nevertheless, I am developing something akin to a social life here in Nashville that goes beyond friends visiting from out of state.3

Finally, I’m sucking less at my job! This semester I’m teaching all repeat classes, and I am slowly getting them to look the way I’d like them look. I acknowledge that they are not quite there yet, but I think I am mostly doing right by my students. Also, I’m realizing how nice it is to walk across campus and regularly run into current and past students. Slightly related, while I wouldn’t say I completely understand my workplace and colleagues, I will say that I am learning.4  

I’d be remiss to not mention the three-week break I had over Christmas. There are many aspects of higher ed that are broken and unfair, and as a contingent faculty member, I am aware of the inequalities that exist in my field and my place of employment. But I also find it to be a pretty great job.

So… everything’s awesome? Eh, no. For all of those things that are awesome, as life is wont to be, there’s so much that is lame and mundane, and I could easily recount a variety of flat-out failures. As for specific goals I feel like sharing here, I want to establish a piano studio and mend my finances from the move (moving sucks; for lots of reasons). Looking ahead though, I think I’m on a pretty good trajectory, and I’m excited to see what year *redacted* has in store for me.

1. And not even through the “low expectation, high reward” lens, but that works, too.

2. Sports. This is, on the surface (and yes, on a much deeper level) about the sports. Growing up as a UK basketball fan, TN is gross. As a newer UGA fan, well, TN is gross. Yeah, I know, it represents much more than sports, but that is not a small part.

3. This is an important thing. Please keep visiting me. Please? And if you haven’t visited, I’m totally taking it personally. Yes, you. I also value being able to visit friends in KY and GA (and elsewhere). Can I crash at your place? Yes, you.

4. OK, so maybe while I had a room full of prospective students/parents, we had a long discussion re: castrati (complete with a student asking about the physical logistics, etc.), but other than that, I’m sure I’m nailing all this.

5. This might be a place where “low expectation, high reward” is appropriate, but not exclusive, cf. three-week break.

Compsiversary (9?!?)

Oh look! I still sometimes blog over here.1  I have not annually acknowledged Compsiversary in a consistent, ritualized way, but since this is the first year away from Athens (ahem… last year was big, wild mess, officially Year Zero of Nashville Nancy, so humor me), it seems worth mentioning.


The sporting event formerly known as “World’s Largest Outdoor Cocktail Party” & the Redcoat Band on the field (2010)

Nine (!) years ago, as is recounted elsewhere on this blog, I submitted the second of my comps essays on Thursday night/Friday morning, and on Friday morning proper, Rachael and I hit the road: next stop, Jacksonville… except for the part where I forgot my game ticket and we had to turn around and go back to my house to get it. Nevertheless, we arrived, had amazing guacamole, and I got some much needed sleep. On Saturday, we had a delightful pre-game with the Desmet-Schillers, and of course, attended the game. We opted to watch the end of the game outside of the stadium because of the drunken hoodlums college men around us, and unfortunately the Dawgs lost in OT.2

In 2016, I marveled at how much had changed since 2010. Very little can compare to 2013, but we can say with certainty that my life looks differently than it did in 2016. And as they say, the Lord moves in mysterious ways. For example, in 2012 during Georgia-Florida, I was in East Nashville to interview folks for my dissertation (Kelly Kessler at Barista Parlor and Eric Babcock at Ugly Mugs). And now I live in East Nashville, five minutes from either of those places?

Mysterious ways, indeed.

Meanwhile, there’s another Georgia-Florida game to be played. Go Dawgs.

1. OK, like twice a year.

2. This was the third loss in a row, but starting in 2011, the Dawgs won three in a row.

I see Year Two in the (near) future

A year or so ago, I was in the frenzy of preparing to move to Nashville. I walked into the Curb Event Center for the Fall Faculty Workshop in general disbelief that any of it (moving, new job) was actually happening.

And this year, I walked into the same event greeting colleagues and… dread is probably too strong, but not looking forward to the day-long events, especially when, of course, I had/have procrastinated course planning & finishing syllabi – classes start on Wednesday, August 21.


2019 Fall Faculty Workshop

But just like that, I was sitting at a table with the same guy who last year told me, “This really is a great place to work,” after the old, grumpy folks (there is NOTHING like old, grumpy academics) had used the majority of our “brainstorming time” to complain. Days ago, there I was, sitting next to someone who was brand new to Belmont. There I was, talking about how things work at my school/place of employment. And there I was, moving on to the next meeting. And the next. And so on.

I’ve jokingly referred to this past year as Year Zero because in many ways, so much of what happened this year has been a blur and a big ol’ mess.1  Like, I still remember distinctly standing in front of my one of my fall music history classes thinking, “Well, this is a disaster….” Yet with a bit more perspective, I can also acknowledge the year was pretty good. Professionally, I am proud of surviving the year and actually doing some things quite well. I had some lovely moments in the classroom, and worked with some amazing students. I started taking carillon lessons!


This is Dr. Shadinger (not me) playing the carillon.

Socially, I can’t say how much I’ve missed Athens (and all that entails, which is honestly too overwhelming to even begin to list); yet being so close to Kentucky has been the bestest, most wonderful part of this whole thing. I’ve made a few Nashville friends, and have taken advantage of a small part of what the city has to offer.

Weirdest thing? Going back to my condo… MMYYYYY condo… now that it’s basically a hotel for people to complain about and trash. OK, MOST folks don’t do that, really, they don’t, but you know how it’s easy to focus on the negative? Yeah. That. Overall, my condo has been booked via AirBnb pretty much every week or weekend, and financially, I am basically getting close to breaking even. Now I just need to decide if dealing with all that hassle is worth it.

Looking ahead, this fall I’ll be teaching three classes I taught last year, and one class that is new.2  I’m trying very hard to keep my expectations low, but honestly, it HAS to be better than last year. If nothing else, this year I am not relocating and moving my entire life (and all THAT entails). I’m excited to get a second chance to fix those things that didn’t work last year, and I also have a much better sense of my working environment and how Belmont works. I don’t expect that I’ll have much more free time, but I AM hoping to start somehow teaching (pre-college) piano lessons this year.3


Korean Veterans Bridge over the Cumberland River – I drive over this bridge every day going to and from work.

I realize how unusual it is to have one’s “dream” job, but I think I’m am close. Yes, I am still contingent (and a few folks have totally reminded me or let me know, not to mention signing the “you are contingent” contract), but for the most part, I feel like a part of the team and that I have some amount of agency and as much job security as I could have. I greatly appreciate how beautiful the campus is, and I believe in the mission and vision of the university and college. And for now, that’s enough.

Finally, if you haven’t come to visit me yet (you, yes you), I’m a little offended.



1. Or dumpster fire. I realize I have not updated the blog since last September. I survived the fall semester and went to GA and KY over the break. In the spring, I went to Austin for SXSW and New Orleans for a conference. I taught Commercial Music History, two sections of Intro to Music History (linked with Understanding the Bible), and World Music. I taught a summer section of Music History.

2. This is four different “preps.” Most semesters, I should have four classes/three preps. The new class is “First Year Seminar” – a course to introduce first-year students to a liberal arts education. At Transy, we called this class “Foundations of Liberal Arts,” colloquial known as FLA (sometime “Flaw” or “F-L-A”).

3. I actually and really miss it. Dealing with pre-college kids would be a nice diversion from dealing with the college kids. Also, the money wouldn’t hurt.

One Month (Give or Take a Day or Two)

Approximately one month ago, classes began at Belmont University, and thus began the chapter of my life we’re calling “Nashville Nancy.”1  A little over a month ago, my friends and I threw a few last items into a U-Haul, left Athens, GA, and drove to Nashville, TN. We  arrived around 10 p.m. unloaded the U-Haul, and almost died moving my piano in – the issue was primarily a couple of bad angles (coming down the U-Haul ramp & turning into my front door). After much sweat, anxiety (on my part), and thanks to Jonathan’s piano moving experience, all of us (including piano) survived relatively unscathed!

All of this made a bit of a negative impression on my new neighbor, who objected to our endeavors generally. Now that I’m moved in, I never see him, so I’m assuming our relationship is now fine. My amazing friends stuck around for a couple of days; we did some shopping for exciting things likes brooms and cleaning products; we unpacked some and poked around my new neighborhood. Then they loaded up and headed back to the best little college town in the world – the place that has been my home for the past 18 years. And I was left in my new quadplex (er, quadroplex?), alone with a bunch of boxes. The past month has flown by, and has for the most part been a bit like a whirlwind.

IMG_7796Belmont University is beautiful. Every day that I walk onto campus, I’m amazed at just how lovely everything is.2   I also love that I walk past the Bell Tower (and Carillon) every day (think the Arch at UGA), and not infrequently someone is playing the carillon!

I’m teaching four classes this semester: two sections of music history (a version of the class I taught at UGA in the spring) on Tuesday/Thursday, and music appreciation (with a different text book) and world music on Monday/Wednesday/Friday. Technically, world music is the only new class for me – although I was planning to teach a version of this class at UGA this fall, so the prep isn’t from completely from scratch, but is basically completely from scratch because procrastination. Classes have been going mostly well, and my students have exceeded my expectations. I have a student who already met with me because she is interested in ethnomusicology, and several students have visited me during office hours just to say hi. I’m starting to get to know my colleagues in the School of Music. I just signed up for a Teaching and Learning reading group, and I will be connected to a mentoring group soon.


I’ve visited four different churches, and they have all been very, very different. There is certainly no shortage of churches in Nashville, TN! While this endeavor has been fun & fascinating, it does make me appreciate & miss Watkinsville a ton. I have one or two more mega-churches on my list to visit just for fun (research?) and then at least three churches that are in my neighborhood that I’m hoping one of which will end up being my Nashville church home.

I haven’t done much socially because I’ve either been unpacking or scouring thrift stores for furniture, etc. or trying to keep up with my classes. Also, AmericanaFest was a week or so ago, and I am just now catching up from that fun & seeing my Bloodshot pals! This coming week and next, I hope to start reaching out to Nashville friends & doing things like visiting the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum.

I’ve already had several visitors from Georgia AND Kentucky, and after this weekend, I’ll actually have a (twin) bed in my spare bedroom. If you find yourself in the area, stop by and say hi!

1. I believe it was Wade who first used #NashvilleNancy.

2. And in the interest of transparency, every day I also wish that I could park closer to the School of Music.

Moving updates



The Fall Faculty Workshop for all full-time faculty members

Several folks have asked about my moving plans, so I thought I’d procrastinate packing update the blog & let y’all know what’s going on!

I spent the past few days in Nashville for faculty meetings, workshops, and trainings. I’ll admit that walking into the Curb Event Center on Monday morning for the Fall Faculty Workshop was intimidating. Imposter syndrome is real, y’all. We were assigned tables, and I was with folks from marketing, pharmacy, occupational therapy, and sports science. Everyone was nice, although one of the older guys was stereotypically & entertainingly jaded and cynical (so much so that one of the other guys at the table pulled me aside and said, “This really is a great place to work.” I wanted to tell them all, “You people have no idea what it’s really like out there!”), but I digress. Once things got going, it was as exciting as you might (or might not) imagine. It also helped that I quickly saw one of my sorority sisters who has been on the faculty at Belmont for over a decade!

Day two was the College of Visual and Performing Arts “Fall Retreat,” which was a much smaller group. This event was held in the room where the International Country Music Conference is often held, and felt much more comfortable. I met several School of Music faculty, and the high point was that we sang the Doxology for the blessing for lunch. The low (but necessary, I suppose) point was the active shooter training.


The Belmont Bell Tower and Carillon – yes, there is a musical instrument housed in this structure!

This morning was the School of Music faculty meeting. I got to meet more of my colleagues and see more of the facilities where I’ll be spending my time. There are lots of changes afoot at Belmont and specifically within the School of Music, and everyone seems (mostly) excited about all that’s going on. Also, I’m encouraged by how nice the folks are, and how competent the administrators seem. If you’ve been in any educational setting, you know how important that is.

I am in the process of signing a lease, and am excited about living in East Nashville. I definitely felt judgment from non-East Nashville folk (Belmont & Vandy are on the other side of town), but I feel good about the decision. I’ll be in very close walking distance of a couple of restaurants, and practical walking distance from Five Points.

The plan is to finish packing and tie up loose ends in the next couple of days, load up the U-Haul on Friday, get my place ready to AirBnb, and then after church on Sunday, head to Nashville with a few close friends who are helping out! If you need me in the next couple of days, I’ll be sitting on the floor in one of the rooms of my house freaking out and maybe packing.


New and Different


My first trip to Nashville was with Christina, Wade, and Jonathan, wayyyyy back in 2008. This is in front of the Country Music Hall of Fame & Museum.

Here’s the short version: I am moving to Nashville to be a Lecturer at Belmont University. I will be teaching musicology and ethnomusicology classes in the School of Music to music majors and non-music majors. This semester I am teaching Music History, World Music, and basically Music Appreciation. It is not a tenure-track job, but it is full-time. Classes start on August 22, and I’m planning on making the physical move the weekend before that. I am not selling my condo in Athens – I can’t deal with that right now; it wouldn’t exactly be a good financial move; and most importantly, I plan on being in Athens not infrequently. In the meantime, I’m hoping to AirBnb my place while I’m away (hello, UGA home game weekends, please cover my mortgage). I’m working on living arrangements in Nashville, and would appreciate all your prayers & positive vibes on that front.

Here’s the long version: When I moved to Athens, GA nearly two decades ago (!!), my plan was to be in the best college town ever for just two YEARS. Obviously, plans change, and I believe God put me in this town & community for His glory & my own good. When my “year off” post-Masters turned into many years off (aka not in school), I taught piano lessons, worked at an office called Digital Insight, and continued working at and attending Watkinsville First Baptist Church. I built up my piano studio, was blessed with an amazing community & network of friends and colleagues, and eventually decided that if I was staying in Athens, I might as well go back to school at UGA for a terminal degree.


You can see the Parthenon in Nashville! This was my second trip (I think) to Nashville for my very first International Country Music Conference, which is held annually at Belmont University.

As I remember it happening, I ran into David Schiller in town somewhere or the other.  And before I knew it, a few months later, I was in the School of Music office with him finishing up my application to the musicology program. I kept many of my piano students and stayed on at the church (which had become much less of a job as a part of my life), and began work on a PhD in musicology. A project on 14th & 15th century German keyboard tablature turned into research on alt.country in the 1990s, eventually becoming my dissertation, “Underground not Underexposed: Bloodshot Records, Alt.country, and the Chicago Live Music Scene” (see basically most of the earlier posts on this blog for more info about that).

Throughout my doctoral studies, I believed I would get an academic job and move to wherever said job happened to be. Cue maniacal laughter. Being “on the market,” as we say, was (and still is) anywhere from absurd to soul-crushing to often a waste of time & effort. For obvious reasons, I did not copy over all of my job letters to my new Mac, but I know that I applied to at least 150 jobs if I applied to one.1   One of the “best” parts about this, because the academic job process is a slow moving machine, was receiving rejection letters many months after applying to a job… “OH RIGHT, I applied for that job; thanks for reminding me.” Feelings of failure are a part of being “on the market,” as it goes.

I didn’t give up on the idea of an academic job so much as I continued to live my life… my awesome, fulfilling life in Athens, GA, that included amazing friends-as-family, a wonderful church family, awesome piano students, the opportunity to teach college classes at a variety of places, and a crazy schedule with some disposable income. Meanwhile, I prayed that I would use my talents to the best of my ability in whatever situation I was in, and trusted that God had me where I was supposed to be. I had come to realize that my musicological ambition was not greater than enjoying & living my life, and as I have said many times to academic friends, it was all working out for me pretty well in Athens, GA.


One of my more recent trips to Nashville for the Americana Music Festival. This is the stage for Bloodshot’s Backyard Bash at the Groove.

I would still apply for an academic job every now and again if it seemed like a dream job or a job that was specifically describing me – even if I knew I wasn’t an incredibly viable candidate; after all, I was 0 for at least 150, and what could it hurt? Thus, in the past year, I’ve applied for maybe three full-time academic jobs. One of those jobs was a tenure-track job at Belmont University. I did not get that job, nor did I think I would/should; but again, what could it hurt? Later, I was contacted about the lecturer position at Belmont, and eventually applied. Even after the Skype interview, I was pretty sure nothing would happen there, and I made plans to teach at Georgia Gwinnett, University of Georgia, and Athens Tech again, while continuing the piano studio & church job.

Then I heard from my references that they had been contacted by Belmont about me & this position; and two days later I missed a call from the Dean of the School of Music at Belmont. I returned his call and was offered the position on a Friday; I accepted the position on a Monday. It was both a very hard and a very easy decision. How could I leave Athens, my friends, church, piano students, and life? How could I not accept a full-time position in a city like Nashville at a school like Belmont?2  

So here I am. I am so sad: to not be near my friends, to not teach my piano students, to not be working with Jason & our amazing worship team, to not be a regular part of Watkinsville anymore, to leave Athens… and yet, I am so excited about the new job. I know I am in denial about how hard this is going to be emotionally; and really, I’m probably in denial about how hard it will be to pack up my whole dang house & move to a completely new place. Thankfully, I’ve got quite a village around me (both near and far) and a lot of support. I’ve felt incredibly loved through this process to date, and I remain overwhelmed by how blessed I am.3   I consider leaving Athens/moving to Nashville as a “good-bye for now” because like I said, I’ll be back, and you’ll be seeing me whether you like it or not.

1. To be fair, in my last year of graduate school in 2014, I applied to any and every job that I was even remotely qualified for. From there, I applied to fewer and fewer jobs each year. Also, I know MANY folks who have applied to so many jobs that it makes 150 look like a small number.

2. It should be noted that Nashville is much closer to Kentucky. This is significant for a few people, including me. Also, from the moment I started my PhD (and probably before that), I have wanted to teach at a small, private, liberal arts school – a place like my alma mater, Transylvania University.

3. See also my acknowledgments from my dissertation where this is spelled out in a bit more detail.


I just read through the course evaluations for my two classes that I taught at Large University this semester (music history 2 for music majors & popular music for non-music majors). I have seen enough course evaluations (or class climate surveys or whatever they’re called) to know that they should mostly be taken with a grain of salt; but I also believe they provide valuable information for me, especially for a new-to-me class or format, something that this article also points out.

As a first-time music history instructor, I was more concerned with that course’s feedback, and thankfully, over half of my nearly 70 students responded. Aside from the (requisite?) “music history is irrelevant and/or a waste of time for performers” comment and the student who basically wanted the answers to all of the tests, “is that so much to ask? (actually, yes, yes it is…),” the bulk of the feedback was overwhelmingly positive and helpful.1  

I am incredibly happy/relieved/encouraged that my students had a positive experience in my class (and liked me!), but I am most pleased that more than a handful of students commented that I seemed to care for them as people & wanted more for them than *just* learning music history. And it’s true. I reminded them to take care of themselves; to make good decisions; to be good friends; and also to study, come to class, and keep up with assignments. Even though this was sometimes done in a humorous way or as a quick comment, I’m really glad that students noticed, and found it meaningful.2  

One of my mentors used to say, “Every class has its own personality.” Sometimes classes just work, and sometimes they don’t work. Thankfully, this one did. Yet while I bask in the positive here, I am not naive: I worked my tail off this semester & at times I was barely hanging on to my four jobs by a thread; not to mention the state of contingent/adjunct/part-time faculty is pretty much one big mess; plus, I still don’t exactly know how I will pay all of my bills in academic year 2018-19. Yet for now, it’s mostly working for me, and I’m grateful for the chance to talk about music while still having some sort of positive influence on a group of (mostly) talented and interesting emerging adults.

But to the one who didn’t think my jokes were funny: you’re so wrong.
And to the one who said, “Please hire her as a full-time professor!”: obviously, you are a genius.


1. A portion of this positive feedback was a referendum of sorts on the students’ rather miserable and disastrous Music History I experience, as many stated in the comments; but I’d like to believe at least some of them had an objective opinion about our class. Also, to the many students who said 70 was too big for this class, I agree.

2. One student said that these sorts of gestures & comments “made me feel like there was at least one person in this building who cared about me. Thank you for that.” Yikes. Also, students did actually say they learned a great deal & the majority of respondents said that the class challenged them to think and learn.


Something that I’ve come to terms with as an adult is that life is often about trade-offs. The freedom of (single, childless) adulthood is awesome, but often it comes at a cost. That is, awesome things regularly require an exchange for something not-so-awesome. The catch is knowing what the trade will be going into the situation, and accepting the terms. Time? Money? Relationships? Fun? Sleep? You gotta know what currency (and amount) are you willing to pay for the awesome thing!

As I mentioned in my last post (two in two weeks!), the benefit of having my four jobs is flexibility, while the downside is making up work and/or not getting paid. Next week, I’ll head up to Nashville for the Americana Music Festival, where I’ll get to see a ton of great live music, see a bunch of awesome people, and also help out with the Backyard Bash (sponsored by Bloodshot & Pandora).

I’m super excited about this, but it also means that at well past midnight on a weeknight, I’m putting together an online quiz for some of my Music Appreciation classes.1  

However, it also means that I get to email (and receive email from) some really cool musician-types about the party next week.

I am totally willing to trade my “free time” to do work right now (even though it’s a little bit stressful, and honestly, annoying, and really, I’d much rather be in bed…) for the fun and freedom of heading to AMA next week. It’s an adult thing, I guess.

1. It also probably has to do with the fact that I have been known to put things off until, well, later.

SXSW, Take 5

I started this SXSW recap WAY back in March… like, in a very timely manner. Good intentions and all that… but I’m still a procrastinator at heart. So as I gear up for my second AmericanaFest with Bloodshot in September, let’s throw it back to March.

2017 marked the the FIFTH time I’ve been to SXSW! Fifth. As in, five years.

Like last year, I opted to go wristband-less; unlike last year, I was not showered with gifts and love by Airbnb.1  Instead, I was greatly concerned about transportation since Uber & Lyft were voted out of Austin this past year. Thankfully, many companies have stepped into the ride-sharing vacuum, and for the most part, I was able to get around town without any trouble.

The awesome thing about having four part time jobs is that there is a great deal of flexibility in one’s schedule. The downside is that you generally have to make up anything you miss, and/or you don’t get paid. This means, I opted to teach my Tuesday morning class and stress myself out getting to the airport on time for my flight. I made my flight, and got to Austin (via St. Louis) in time to catch a few things Tuesday afternoon/evening. And then, the week was in full swing.

The basic components of my schedule are now standard, including the Bloodshot showcase at the Continental Club on Wednesday, the TwangFest/KDHX Day Party at the Broken Spoke on Thursday, and Bloodshot’s Yard Dog Day Party on Friday… and whatever else I can get to in-between and around all that. This year, I was pretty pleased with the “in-between” stuff I managed to get to.

  • Tuesday
    • Ha Ha Tonka at the Back Alley Bash by Tequila Mockingbird
    • Jon Langford & the Far Forlorn at the White Horse; I caught a few songs by Corinne Rose before Jon went on.
    • Roky Erikson at (Historic) Scoot Inn2 
  • Wednesday
    • I finally made it to one of the best restaurants in the world: Bouldin Creek Cafe. And then headed to El Mercado to catch Whitney Rose & Sunny Sweeney. They’re both great, but I loved Sunny Sweeney.
    • From there I landed at a super hip coffee shop, Seventh Flag Coffee, to get some work done (including filling out my brackets).
    • The Bloodshot showcase featured: Sarah Shook & the Disarmers, Ha Ha Tonka, Banditos, The Yawpers, Scott H. Biram, and of course, the Waco Brothers. The Wacos played well past 2 a.m., and folks were still there and totally into it
  • Thursday
    • I need to just come to terms with the fact that I will never see the opening bands (or more) at the TwangFest/KDHX Day Party at the Broken Spoke. This year, I missed Patrick Sweany, Ha Ha Tonka, and High Plains Jamboree, but DID catch Sarah Shook & the Disarmers, Band of Heathens (although I wasn’t entirely paying attention to their set, because food…), Secret Sisters, and Lillie Mae.
    • I left the Broken Spoke and booked it over to Yard Dog to catch a solo Cory Branan set, and then I made my way to the Saxon Pub to catch a band called Churchwood, and to interview Bill Anderson, who happens to play in that band, but was also in the Bloodshot band, the Meat Purveyors. I interviewed Bill, on the record, and then after some much need late-night food, headed home.
  • Friday
    • The Bloodshot Yard Dog party start with Zach Schmidt (Nashville-based guy, cute, and charming as heck), followed by The Yawpers, Ha Ha Tonka, Sarah Shook & the Disarmers, Cory Branan, Banditos, and last, but certainly not least, the Waco Brothers.
    • After a quick stop at Guero’s, we headed to the New West showcase at Cooper’s BBQ, and caught Sara Watkins, the Deslondes, Andrew Combs, and Aaron Lee Tasjan.3 

A few items of note….

Sarah Shook & the Disarmers are the most recent band (at the time) added to the Bloodshot family. And they are great. I met Sarah in Nashville at AmericanaFest, and though I didn’t hear her play then, she was highly recommended by a friend & former Bloodshot employee, so I took his word on things. He was right.

I always meet new folks during this week, and this year, I met a few people with connections to Bloodshot, and a couple of gals who are good contacts for my academic and scholarly pursuits. But I also got to hang out with all my Austin pals, and got to share some music & a drink with folks that I know from ICMC!

South by generally affords a few (or more) wild and crazy moments, (of varying degrees). This year was no exception. For instance, I found myself in the backseat of a car with Jon Langford (which is exciting in and of itself, and no, we were not making out; but I’d totally support that rumor…) listening to a track off his upcoming album (Four Lost Souls recorded in Muscle Shoals) from his iPhone.

As an old lady, it is inevitable that at some point I find myself thinking that SXSW might not be worth it and/or I’m just too old for it. But of course, looking back at the great music I experienced throughout the week, along with all the folks I get to hang out with… I’m guessing you’ll find a similar recap here next year.

1. I did have a heck of a time booking a place to stay, including TEN confirmed bookings & NINE cancellations via Airbnb, but that’s another story for another blog post… one that likely won’t get written.
2. I was only vaguely familiar with Roky, but it was pretty cool to see him perform at this super cool and historic venue.
3. I admit that due to being an old lady, I left before Aaron’s set was finished. However, I managed to catch him playing in Athens at the 40 Watt in a New West Athfest kickoff show. I was greatly disappointed that he was not wearing a cape at the 40 Watt show.


Aaron Lee Tasjan sans cape/fancy suit at the 40 Watt

Win some, lose some…

I have many things to grade, and one final to revise, so this is the perfect time to blog! A few days ago, I stopped by Trader Joe’s, and just as I could not resist the $.89 tiny gourds in October, the tiny, glitter poinsettias called my name. I bought two. Here’s where we are today:

Trust me when I say that I have treated these little plants with equal (moderate-to-low levels of) commitment. But clearly, the results are varied: one is thriving and has even grown new leaves; the other is dying a rather quick death. I’m only a little bummed because these cost a bit more than $.89, but I can’t be too sad, since at least one of them is doing so well.

See also: teaching college students…1 

I gave a final this morning, and as a student turned in her exam, she said, “I have thoroughly enjoyed being in your class this semester. Thanks for caring about music and caring about us.” It was one of those moments that make me so thankful to get the opportunity to teach college kids about music/culture/history.

Likely around the same time that this was happening, I received an email from another student in another class, stating, “hey, what’s this Mozart composer guy. there’s like at least two or something. ???” It was one of those moments that make me question my life choices, while simultaneously inspiring rage and maniacal laughter.

This sort of feedback is just beginning, so let’s all hope that stories like the former are more prominent than the latter. Happy finals week, folks!

1. Please note that I exert at least a moderate-to-high level of commitment to my students. Er, most of the time.