I have known Blake Olson seemingly forever, having first met him during his tenure with Cory Morrow. We have always had a MAS going on; I love the joy that surrounds him, not to mention the loyalty, smarts, and ability to keep on the path…ya know, it is eyes on the prize.

Blake is now with Celebrity Coaches, and they do beautiful work. And so on Wednesday we went to White House, TN to check out Integrity Interior's facility and pick up a tour bus for production during the Americana Music Association Festival and Conference. Integrity is a trip, as it is the classic "If you can dream it, you can do it" place. Really, buses are perfect for us; as we live and work on them when on location.

We got to Nashville by evening, and the Men-Elf's of Music Fog started breaking out the road cases, creating an instant studio in an hour or so. A big thanks to old friend Ron Brice at 3rd and Lindsley for paving the way for us to park near his club. But really, the recording sessions in Nashville this past week wouldn’t have happened had it not been for our very good friend and compatriot Blake Olson. He delivered possibly the most beautiful coach bus ever assembled. This sucker was decked out – airlock doors, tile finished baths (2) inlaid with hardwood tiles, TV in the shower, bump-out salon & master bedroom plus a Jagermeister machine! When sighted by artists, the usual response was “WTF?”. We 'Foggers' would simply offer up the liquid libation inside, and proceed to lay cable at their feet and stick our cameras in their faces. And it was all good.

Blake, you are an amazing man and a very good friend of Music Fog. You have had so much to do with helping launch this crazy venture – we just can’t thank you enough.

-Jessie

The Music Fog rig rode through the night to Nashville, but not without stops along the way. With a diesel capacity of 38 gallons, only one stop was made for fuel.  All the others were “fluff” stops:

--Stop to play lottery scratch-off tickets in every state.  (We won 2 free tickets and $5.00).  Total investment - $145.00.

--Stop for new girlie sunglasses for Beans after having the original pair sucked off his head in a mindless high speed videographer accident.

--Stop to see a chicken truck driver stop his truck to go in and order a chicken sandwich. (It’s the equivalent of watching a Harley rider stop to eat a carburetor) True story.

--Stop to visit “Mini Graceland” in Roanoke VA. It is the tragic brainchild of the Epperly family. (video to come shortly).

--Stop for steak tartar & foie gras at The Horizon Bar & Grill.  Don’t ask.

--Stop for “Gentleman’s Hospitality” at a place called The Mouse’s Ear.
 
--Stop for “spoon time” @ $35.00 a night somewhere east of Nashville at The Royal Inn (5 hours of shut eye in a smoking room).

--Stop for Waffle House “groceries."

Now, as we prepare for 4 solid days of filming and tomfoolery at the Americana Music Festival and Conference, the only chores left to accomplish are meeting the tour bus, pulling Jessie out of the Vortex, and picking up the now-infamous Music Fog gopher at the airport later this evening. Once Sheila is in the pocket, the games can officially begin.

Aaron has mentioned something about “drowning a muskrat in the toilet” later today so we’ll try to decipher his language and prepare a full report.

With Love,

Music Fog