I remember the first time Hyland came to Nashville. We were invited to come play a showcase, and we routed a couple shows on the way to/from. We were driving an old ford van that we paid $1200 for, and truthfully we weren’t sure if we would make it. We lost the muffler somewhere in Indiana… The coolant lines were rusted out and we were always adding ant-freeze. It was a daily driving hope and a prayer.
When we got to Nashville we stayed on the floor of our friend Mike’s (he’s now the manager of The Museum) one bedroom apartment. We went downtown to the strip, hung out on the walking bridge, and walked all the way down to Vanderbilt without really knowing where we were going. We were just a bunch of Midwest boys freaking out about being in the city of music. We stayed up all night and just allowed ourselves to dream a little.
At the showcase, I broke a string and was horribly out of tune… All the bands were hyper competitive and the judges were sitting at a folding table 5 feet in front of the stage… Which wasn’t really a stage because it was a practice room, only the drums were on a riser. I remember it being both awkward and fairly miserable…
It’s crazy to me that I now live in this city. I’ve been to Nashville quite a bit now, but every time I go anywhere, my brain fires off memories from previous visits. Hyland has been all over the country, but there’s something special about Nashville and how my brain reacts to it.
I’m excited to see what God is going to do with us here, and so thankful for the path He’s paved that is ONLY visible when you look back.