It occurs to me that, aside from donating to the Red Cross, the other thing you could do–not right now, but soon–is come here. Come here and spend your motherfucking money like it’s burning a hole in your pocket. Yes, it’s true, much of our cool stuff is fucked. And it will be for a long time. But a lot is not. You can still go to the Frist. Or Cheekwood or the Ryman or… um… well…
Okay, here’s the deal, World. We will put some corny shit together. Hell you can come ghost hunt in my back yard, once I’m certain that the bridges are safe. I will stack a bunch of rocks in a pile near the Kroger and you can visit the stack of rocks and take pictures. We will dye a cat green. We will have a cow-fart sniffing contest. I don’t know. I’m just brainstorming. But what I’m saying is, please come. We will feed you in our delicious restaurants. We will entertain you with our indomitable spirit and our desire to put a singer-songwriter in every space larger than 3×3 and call it a venue. Once we see what all needs to be done, we will put you to work putting us back together.
But please, come. Come and visit. Even if it’s boring and all the stuff you wanted to see is ruined, come anyway, and spend your money and help us get back on our feet.
Here’s something that will make you laugh.
And something that will make you cry: