It's Nashville so we spend the day shopping for cowboy boots and cowboy hats.

Not country by any stretch of the imagination but Mum is keen to see Boy George who is in town at the Ryman Auditorium. We've seen a lot of live music since we started in New Orleans and one thing I've consistently noticed is the obvious appreciation of the music by the audience. It doesn't matter whether it's a band in a small bar, a big concert, buskers in the street or gospel music in church. The audience is always joyously vocal in their recognition of the artist. They hoot and they holler. They yell and they clap. They call out encouragement and tip the performers.

The audience at Boy George was no exception. When it went dark, everyone stood and started clapping and stamping their feet. As he strode out on the stage in his usual eclectic outfit, the entire crowd danced to the first song even though it was a seated concert. There were no disapproving calls from the back to sit. I can't say I'm much of a Boy George fan but the crowd's enthusiasm was contagious and we danced the concert away.

The run of crazy uber driers continues. Born in Ohio, Doug was about 80 and hard of hearing. This wasn't helped by the fact that he had music playing in one ear that he listened to constantly while the hearing aid in the other ear was turned off. The journey didn't start well when Doug obliviously drove the wrong way up the street to pick us up. Not long into the journey, cars were beeping at us but Doug was blissfully unaware of their frustration. Mum was freaking out even more than she does at my driving. He merrily hummed and sang to himself along with the music only he could hear. I've never heard the song before but one line was "don't close your eyes" which he repeated about 20 times. Frankly, we were praying he wouldn't close his eyes.

We survived. Not today Satan.