Hello from Room 1001 at the Cambria hotel in downtown Asheville. It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m currently sitting at this writing desk (pictured), I’m overlooking the intersection of Haywood Street and Page Avenue, the Harrah’s Cherokee Center and former George Vanderbilt Hotel within sight.
Last night, the city was on fire with live music in seemingly every direction in preparation for the 33rd installment of the “Warren Haynes Presents: The Christmas Jam,” which is taking place this evening at the civic center. Every single spot had something going on, and something really damn good. To note, legendary rock act Stone Temple Pilots are heading Xmas Jam.
So, Friday night, I’m bouncing between The One Stop and The Orange Peel, etc. Amazing bands. Wild crowds. A smile ear-to-ear. Anyhow, I feel a little overwhelmed, so I decide to wander over to The Vault for a quiet nightcap and to just kind of decompress. Thus, I walk in and I immediately recognize the dude sitting at the nearby table. It was Eric Kretz…