Nashville Tennessee, Saturdsay April 21 8am
The first time I came to Nashville I was with a group of your bartenders most of whom had never been to America before and were very excited.
So imagine how they felt when they arrived in the Nashville arrivals hall and the first person they saw was the legendary Ron Jeremy.
If at this point you’re saying ‘Ron who?’ then may I suggest that you are female, gay, or a liar.
Ron Jeremy is the stocky and hairy porn star who has appeared in more hardcore sex films than just about anyone else in the world, becoming a superstar more because of, rather than despite, the fact he is nothing special to look at. The reason? Because through his actions millions of men – and it will be millions – got the idea that if he could pull a stunning leonine Amazon goddess with a figure to die for, there was nothing to stop them doing the same.
Anyway, I digress. Nashville is disappointingly quiet compared to that visit, but still a welcome relief after the soulless three hours I’ve just spent in the airport in Minneapolis St Paul’s. Big, dull and depressing, it’s the epitome of the modern international American airport. In fact it is one of life’s greatest ironies that American airports are lifeless impersonal places where you have to walk half a mile to grab a beer and the only food on offer is a burger or chicken wings with some chill sauce chucked in, or if you’re lucky an Asian bland out, and yet you can go to airports in Arabic and Muslim countries and they have amazing duty free shops, a great choice of restaurants and some kick-ass bars.
Although admittedly, no Ron Jeremy.
I’m here to write about American whiskey and to film the master distillers who make it for a series of short films to run on the The W Club site.
We’re in a very wet Nashville right now, six hours behind the United Kingdom, so it’s breakfast in the next hour and then we’re off to George Dickel and Jack Daniel’s in Tennessee today.
Over the next few days I’ll be visiting eight distilleries, a cooperage and the Oscar Getz Museum, where the history of bourbon is on display. I’ll be tweeting regularly and blogging here, hopefully on a daily basis, depending on internet connection.
And of course I’ll be reporting back on everything news worthy that happens. Although I’m not expecting any more porn stars.