Wintertime for me means cabin fever. If we aren’t on the road somewhere, I prefer to be cooped up at home with a few instruments and my good friends Clint Eastwood and John Wayne. At home in Atlanta we don’t get too awful much snow. Winters are full of rain, ice, and slick roads that cause people to gravitate more towards being homebodies. Kentucky however, is very unpredictable. Last year there was about three times when I thought, “Yep, that’s the last snow for sure. Bring on the spring.” But go figure, the snow kept coming, the hermit in me kept getting more comfortable, and we kept writing music through the winter months.
My family has a 12-year tradition of packing up the entire house and hitting to road to Gatlinburg, TN. Up in the mountains there are cabins galore, and it just seems like the thing to do when December rolls around. The attractions there are sometimes downright bizarre, but there is a restaurant in town called The Apple Barn that gives Cracker Barrel a good run for its money. If you’re ever in town, forget about Dollywood, Ober Gatlinburg (ski resort), or the hiking trails; head straight for The Apple Barn. Or maybe be the ultimate tourist and hit all of the above. It’s the type of place where old folks outnumber youngsters at least 5 to 1. Of course that seems to be good news for BRT, seeing as our music has always appealed to the older crowds.
Our family likes to think of the place as a huge family secret, even though we know it’s not. It’s just a place to go when the winter brings the cold weather and the snow, where nobody bothers you and you can visit and eat good food. This winter, first priority is spending some much-needed time with the family. Aside from that we will try to plan another southern tour to keep our band Suburban off the ice-covered roads for a few months (God willing). Safe travels, and we hope to see you there dancing to our tunes.