Picking up where I left off, we arrived in Roanoke, VA. Driving down the highway, I was reminded of what a beautiful area Virginia is. The sun filtered through the leaves on the trees, and the heat was cut by a soft breeze as the hills rolled by our little car.
Arriving at the Coffee Pot, I realized that I had misjudged Roanoke. Driving down, I was under the impression that Roanoke was small, sleepy, maybe a little like Portland. Roanoke is surprisingly urban and the Coffee Pot was nestled on what felt like an outer edge of the city. It’s a historic place, and the building resonates with character. The walls were covered in pictures of visiting acts and eclectic pieces including the hind quarters of a deer jutting from the wall.
Walking in, we were greeted by Casey Jaffa and Poe Mack. I was not suspecting this because I am woefully uninformed and should probably read our itinerary a little more. They run a tight show down here, it was one of the more packed shows that we attended on tour.
