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I have found it very hard to convince people that I’m a nature girl and that I have absolutely no problems roughing it. This maybe because I spent a good part of my career with the Travel Channel staying at exceptionally luxurious hotels where I would indulge in their award winning food, wine and spa treatments. With that show I certainly grew a fondness for a nice bed and a deep soaking tub but I wouldn’t wither away if I didn’t have that. So let’s just say I am really excited, no overjoyed, about this trip. Even though I love the outdoors I never camped — my family preferred the kidney shaped pools and scratchy small bath towels of Motor Lodges. But I always thought that I could really get to love camping if I just had the chance.
Before we start our next few days of camping we are staying at a beautiful hotel called the Lodge at Buckberry Creek. Located on top of a mountain it looks out over a beautiful forest with large balconies and even larger fireplaces. First order of business is to go for a quick hike to absorb the outdoors, next is to buy beer and wine for the crew. I headed down to Gatlinburg to find a liquor store when I brought my order to the counter the older gentleman asked me if I was going to Dolly Parton’s parade that night in Pigeon’s Ford. “Is Dolly Parton going to be there?” — ask a stupid question — “well, yeah” he said, “that’s why they call it Dolly Parton’s Parade.” I deserved that.
Gatlinburg is an interesting place. Considered the gateway to the Smoky Mountains, an area of extreme natural beauty, there’s actually nothing natural about it. In fact I needed to buy a few more pieces of outdoor clothing and foolishly thought I could pick something up in town but driving down main street with its fudge shops, t-shirt emporiums and wax museums, I realized that it’s easier to buy camping equipment on the island of Manhattan. Unless of course the t-shirt which listed why a six pack of beer was better than a man had wicking technology. The one place we all desperately wanted to go for dinner was a place called Cooters with a replica of the General Lee out front. We never did make it.
Morning at the trailhead we all feel like we are school kids away from our parents on a field trip. We have a very challenging hike ahead of us — 7 hours to the top of the over 6,000 foot Mt. LeConte. I think I practically skipped the first third of it I was so happy. Rory on camera and Damian on sound have a more challenging task due to the added weight of their gear but everyone is pretty fit. Even Christina my intrepid stylist is hiking along. There of course is some concern about “my look” a large hike followed by camping with no water or electricity means no shower or blow dryer. Let’s just say I don’t wake up looking like I do on camera — no where near it in fact. Actually my skin’s pretty good, I don’t need or like a lot of make-up but my hair is another story. Not blessed with beautiful hair when I wake up I could pass for one of the members of 80′s rock bands like Poison or Flock of Seagulls. So in Christina’s bag she has packed dry shampoo, Velcro rollers and hairspray. Items you would never find at an R.E.I store.
We all did very well on our hike until I would say the last hour. The trail was at its steepest and 18 inches of snow had dropped two days before making it a bit more strenuous. The good news was the snow had forced a group of hikers to cancel their trip so a large cabin opened up and now the entire crew would be sleeping in a cabin as opposed to a bear shelter (???? — I didn’t ask). By the time we got to the top I was too tired to move my lips. I could have so easily curled up in the snow and fallen asleep. We still had to shoot the dinner and as we sat down with the camera rolling my mind went blank and I couldn’t remember what the fluffy white contents in the bowl were (mashed potatoes) I think I just mumbled “please pass the…the…” and then my voice trails off. The people who run Mt. LeConte Lodge are just awesome. Smiling happy faces — a welcome site for tired souls and soles. They even made me a birthday cake. As exhausted as we were at the end of dinner the crew and the staff sat around a kerosene lantern with mason jars of wine and talked. Well fed and exhausted it was time for bed.
We were all sharing the same Cabin which had a large main room and two smaller rooms off to each side. Christina and I were in one of the side rooms WITH BUNKBEDS! There’s something really wonderfully awkward about sharing such an intimate space with the people who you work with. We end each shooting day exiting a van, confirming tomorrow’s call time and saying good night ultimately going our separate ways to our own rooms behind bolted doors. Now it was like a 13 year old’s sleep over party. Christina and I ended the night in fits of giggling — about what I now forget — and we all yelled good night to each other like our last name was Walton.
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September 3, 2009, 12:38 PM |
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This is my first time to Nashville. Then I think, maybe I’m wrong because
that just sounds weird. How could I have traveled to places like Nicaragua
or Xi’an China and not good old Nashville? The theme of the episode has got
me very excited — I have to become a Country singing sensation in two days. I
like this theme a lot because along with visiting places that the normal
traveler/tourist could visit we are also showing a more immersive insider’s
view that will bring out the essence of this city that might not be so
obvious to someone traveling there. I like when I get to go “behind the
scenes” so to speak. Instead of standing and watching a band at a famous
Honky Tonk, I get to spend time with a band and get up there myself and
hopefully convey how truly difficult it is to “make it” in this city. It
reminds me of NYC in a way in that it’s a real creative center. Where NY is
known for actors, Nashville is filled to the brim with songwriters. Both
have to hold survival jobs, which is usually waiting on tables. Something I
became very good at for 8 eight years in the Big Apple. When we arrived at
Loveless Café I was more than happy to put on an apron and see if I still
got it. The plates rested on my arms so easily and the pencil still fit
snug behind my ear… it’s like I never left. Good to know I still have
waitressing to fall back on.
We were setting up a shoot at Ernest Tubb Records with Those Darlins, the
band I’m going to join on stage if I don’t chicken out. I was in a back
room reading a short article about their music as they were setting up their
instruments and amps. I am not in any way exaggerating this story
– promise — but as I was reading the description of their style “sometimes a
playful 50′s romp with screaming thrown in like in Leader of the Pack — look
out, LOOK OUT! LOOK OUT!!!!!” At that moment I heard screaming come from the
record shop, then I heard some smashing noise and other people shouting. I
thought to myself, man this article ain’t kidding. When I came out something
very different than playful music had happened. One of the girls was being
electrocuted by an ungrounded mic, the voltage running thru her body was so
intense that her body curled around the stand making it impossible for her
to be released from its hold. She was physically unable to utter even a
cry for help so for a long time no one even realized it. Enter MY
HUSBAND!!!!! (the hero in this story) who was the first to recognize what
was happening. As it was later described to me he leapt onto the small
stage and firmly smacked the metal stand to the floor. At which point the
poor thing dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Needless to say we
cancelled that scene. She went to the hospital immediately and wasn’t truly
alright for another three days.
I don’t get to meet a lot of celebrities in this job and certainly don’t get
to sing with them either so meeting Vince Gill was a bit of a nerve racking
experience on so many levels. I had heard he was simply a good person, as
normal as can be. How can you be normal with over 30 Country Music Awards,
Grammys and American Music Awards? I don’t know his music well, I know him
mostly as the host of the Country Music Awards, which was his gig for over 12
years. (An interesting fact about me is that I don’t really follow country
music but I never miss a CMA awards show — even with my travel schedule, the
stars somehow always align and I’m in a hotel room watching it every year.)
Although we are really excited to meet Vince Gill, the ladies in my crew –
Christina my stylist and Elizabeth my executive producer — are HUGE fans of Amy Grant, Vince’s equally talented wife, and really, really hope she comes along to the recording session. We all loved Amy, we all wanted her hair, her
clothes, and her corn fed girl next door style. She didn’t come. But let
me tell you what a great guy Vince was and how I will now always be a big
fan. First off whenever we have to play any kind of music or I, heaven help
me, have to sing the clearance issues are a real nightmare. Managers,
agents and lawyers go back and forth round and round earning their
retainers. So when we walked into Dark Horse recording studios we just had
no idea what was going to happen. Especially since Vince Gill agreed to be
on the show at the last minute so there was no time for all the legal eagles
to get involved. We asked him if there was a song he wouldn’t mind we used
on the show. He said sure, which song do you want? Ummm … well, which one
would be okay and cleared to use for repeated broadcast? What do you mean?
he asked. Ummm … well. We usually need the writer of the song, publisher and
singer to sign off on it. Then he said something that to me summed up his
incredible music career in one sentence. “I wrote, published, recorded and
sang all my own music. You can pick whatever you want.”
We had a great day with Vince.
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