Here in Nashville, celebrity sightings are commonplace. It's nothing for me to see Nicole Kidman taking her kid to the local My Gym, or to eat at the next table over from Faith Hil at my favorite sushi joint. Although most sightings leave me
January 20, 2011

Here in Nashville, celebrity sightings are commonplace. It's nothing for me to see Nicole Kidman taking her kid to the local My Gym, or to eat at the next table over from Faith Hil at my favorite sushi joint. Although most sightings leave me unfazed, I must admit that everytime I have run into Robert Plant at the bar or coffeshop, I revert to the high school fanboy that I once was. It becomes hard not to stare, or yell out "duuude that's f***ing ROBERT PLANT", or bow down in front of him. Luckily, to the benefit of my wife and children, I have bitten my lip and carried on as if a god of rock and roll is not standing in front of me. Here's a nice clip of Plant and Allison Krauss doing their Nashvill thing on jule Holland.

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