We woke up early, to get the rental car and be out of town by 9a.m., only to get a ridiculous run-around from our rental car company. I have always had good dealings with the company, but have now lost my fan-boy status. I'm not going to get all Kevin Smith about it, but I think we were visually profiled.

After switching companies and being immediately upgraged to a small AWD SUV, we finally hit the road for Nashville around noon (I know, right?).

Let me just say, this trip was a pain in the ass, travel-wise. It seemed that every set of directions we got were in some way faulty.

We hit a tremendous traffic jam in downtown Nashville, then got lost for a while and were about an hour late to the club.

Anyone who knows me, knows I hate being late for shows. HATE. Combine that, with a nasty cold (my second of the winter) and my mood was a bit volatile.

Luckily, everyone at Dan McGuinness was very nice, special thanks go out to Doc, who runs Doc's Music Night there, just a truly nice man. Also, smoking inside is still the coolest (don't smoke kids).

The bluegrass band that played before us was particularly apt and played many of the classic bluegrass songs I love. What a bunch of great players ( I know, big shock in Nashville). The mandolin player, Scott, playing a fine Randy Wood f-5, pinned my ears back.The banjo player was equal, if not better, unfortunaltely his name is lost to my booze-soaked brain. It could be age too, I guess. Also, there was a Ron Block sighting.

Our set went very well, we sold some stuff, hung out for a couple of hours and buckled in for the drive to Bradenton.