Few places will eclipse Nashville as everything makes sense in Music...

But hearing Crazy sung by a sozzled female singer in her twilight years with a voice so bittersweet it sounded she'd gargled with burnt butterscotch all her life meant I was smitten for life with The Full Moon Saloon in Nashville. It was only 2pm on a Tuesday and seeing old men's eyes moisten as they looked into the middle distance thinking of a long gone love as the doddering diva belted out the Patsy Cline classic means it will be a while before the Full Moon is eclipsed in my beer-goggles.