The Bluebird is incredible. You have to experience it, from the "Shhhhh!!!!" rules (enforced strictly), to the positioning of the chairs (in the round, all players facing into each other around a lamp), to the knowledge that any given patron could be a music row publisher or record company exec.
It's a non-smoking venue, which I loved tremendously. MANY of the venues in Nashville are smoking. My voice gets hoarse with cigarette smoke, so I was thrilled it was non-smoking. It's not a big place. But the cramped quarters don't take away from the atmosphere. They tend to add to it, amazingly.
I've played before on Monday night where they draw your name out of a hat. Barbara Cloyd runs that show. She really means it when she says, “Don't go over your time. I WILL remember you.” (She did. No kidding -- I went over and she remembered a year later. She said, “Yes, I remember you. I really liked your music. You went over your time.”)
Anyway, it was magical. I'll do it again, someday. Someday, maybe everyone in the audience will be singing the song WITH me. . . A girl can dream. . .