Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Neness...yes it rhymes with p****
"I hear they play good music and stuff. One of my teachers recommended it and her husband is a musician, so it must be good."
Well we went, and yes my friends, it was good.
This place, American Graffiti, is a haven for any American wandering, lost and alone in Europe and in need of a good friend, who is totally obsessed with all things Americana.
We stumbled in last Friday night, and once Chelsea opened her mouth and that Southern drawl came out, the owner of the joint, Neness, nearly peed his pants with excitement.
"Nashville?! Comme Johnny Cash?! Yes?"
We were instant celebrities, were offered free beer (and cherry beer) all night long and coaxed into taking pictures with the band of the night (they wanted us to hold their guitars, which were apparently replicas of the one Marilyn Manson has. How cool....).
I don't quite know what else I can say about this place. Really only pictures can convey the absolute awesomeness of it. Though yes, I have to say it again, Neness has a tattoo of himself, on his arm. And a statue of Elvis in his kitchen.
I love this place.