Nashville part 2

Taqueria El Dollar

Henry, taco, night

I don’t travel on enough long-haul flights to know how jet-lag works and, thanks to the infrequency, nor do I remember any of the tips experienced jet-setters give to mitigate it. So after our long journey and late arrival I applied the Duckworth-lewis-Stern method instead and I worked out that although if it was 10am in Nashville my body thought it was 3am and that it hadn’t been to sleep from 1.5 days. The only way to handle this was to get up and drink Coffee. I joined our hosts Adrian and Carolyn (exceptionally cool dudes) in the kitchen for a coffee and a catch up - Adrian, who had waited up for us the night before until 3am, was somehow bouncing around like a baby lamb with excitement about the gigs he had marked in for us to go to. His enthusiasm (and the coffee) were the perfect jet-lag killer and I felt instantly gig ready. Henry also emerged from his room a little later and rather sensibly had gone into “safe mode” with very little wasted energy and not much talking at all (he would later benefit from far greater staying power then me).