Let us go then, you and I… to Buncombe County

Asheville has always been on the back burner for me. I first went when I was 18 for some of the niche nightlife events, and I met a large community of fascinating people. Mostly I knew the city at night and as a hub for shared subcultural interests.

I spent a remarkable amount of time in my 20s driving back and forth for concerts, cabarets, and other events my friends and I performed in. Back then  most of the appeal was for the people I knew there, not the city itself. But the more I visited, the more places I found, and the longer I wanted to stay.

Last weekend I went for a tourist trip (I was not performing) and decided to write a little about it from that perspective. This will be the first in a series of entries about Asheville.



My favourite mural so far

The Crow & Quill is my favourite spot in Asheville, owned by a friend who hosts themed parties and art+maker nights each week. C&Q also hosts live music (my band included) and serves all the fancy cocktails that dreams are made of. Dreams of Gorey, Poe, and Lovecraft, in a sea of three hundred whiskeys.


I stole this photo from a Google Search because I have not had the chance to take my own photos yet 🙂

Battery Park Book Exchange and Malaprops are my favourite bookstores, both great places to let your yellow smoke rub its muzzle on the window-panes.

Asheville has a lot of interesting art installations and sculptures. Usually there is a band busking nearby with an open suitcase, should you feel led to drop a few dollars in.


Giant Flat Iron Sculpture just across from the historic Flat Iron Building


Awesome sculpture on the corner of Patton and Otis, at the Improvements for Energy building


Basilica of Saint Lawrence


Breweries are all over the place in Asheville. A friend took me to the Sierra Nevada brewery for the first time and I was thrilled to try their new brew called Sidecar, part of my band’s name.



We ordered lunch and sat outside listening to live music and people watching.


Highland Brewing was a lot of fun too. My friends had a show there that night, and before sound check we stopped by Troy & Sons next door.



Check out Skunk Ruckus live!



What live shows usually look like to me

My friend also took me for Favilla’s balsamic chicken pizza, and the next day to Another Cracked Egg for beignets & omelettes.




A little shopping. I like to call this my What Would Neil Diamond Do? shawl.

This restlessness with my current city could be greatly satiated if I relocated to Asheville, I’m sure, but it remains on the back burner.  Even with the hyperinflation of rent and sprawling suburbs, the ever-lingering wafts of body odor and patchouli, and the blur of buskers that almost sound as good as that one band they remind me of. I really love it.


This little bird on my friend’s porch was quite disgruntled. I feel the same when I have to leave Asheville!




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