A Nashville Blog About People In a Chair

Yesterday, as I was sitting at the stoplight of 12th and Wedgewood, the driver next to me caught my eye. Young. About 25. He was huddled over in his seat, hands cupped around his mouth. Was he okay? Was he throwing up? It took a few seconds, the subtle sway of body rhythm–hands opening and closing slightly. Then I got it. He was playing the harmonica.

Everyone has a story, and it’s always worth telling.

In this city, there are a lot of people who are willing to share their story. They’re willing to put it all out there for people to see. There’s a lot of character here, a lot of community here. When we walked into Zolli Koffee to shoot footage for this video, I didn’t know if they’d let us. We didn’t call ahead. We just walked down the street with a couple of cameras. I wanted to do it there because they make great coffee and they’re in the neighborhood. I felt pretty good about our decision when the girls there let us get behind the counter with them. We talked; we laughed. I even learned a thing or two about making coffee. We left there with some solid footage, a giant rice krispy treat, and a couple of new friends.

I think it’s hard to know what a person’s story is from a distance. You’ve got to get up close and personal, make yourself vulnerable. Sit with them and spend some time there. And that’s what this blog is all about. Whether it’s my roommate making music in his room (featured in this video), or a young neighborhood enthusiast handing out yard signs, the stories are there if you’re willing to explore them.

Nashville is growing, but it’s been here for some time now. From transplants to natives, each month I’ll be sitting down with a new person to hear their story–what they’re doing and why they’re doing it.

All I ask is that they pick a place. I’ll bring the chair.