I used to go to the Birchmere quite often. It's a "music club" on Mount Vernon Street in Arlington, Virginia. It's a place where "music lover's" can go to relax and enjoy various performing acts. Two things I enjoy very much about The Birchmere are the fact that it is a very "intimate" setting... it only seats about 400 people. And when the acts perform, it is more than customary that it be so quiet you could hear the proverbial pin drop while the musicians are performing.
Years ago, probably in the early 90's, I made it a point to go there when the Smith Sisters performed. I think they actually WERE sisters, and their voices were absolutely angelic. One of the songs they sang was titled "Dancyville Road."
The lyrics began... "Somewhere between Jackson and Memphis, there's a sign, stuck between the fences... Dancyville Road... Dancyville Road. Time Stands Still on Dancyville Road."
I've made the drive between Northern Virginia and Fort Worth, Texas many times over the years. After hearing the Smith Sisters sing "Dancyville Road"..., the next time I made the drive, just as the song recites, I saw the now-famous, at least to me, sign on the side of I-40. It was right where it was supposed to be... "stuck between the fences." Over the years, over many, many trips, I occasionally saw the sign, and thought about stopping. But no, I was "always in a hurry to get somewhere else." Silly me.
Recently, on the way home from the By Referral Only Main Event seminar in Reston, VA in mid-August, as I passed Jackson heading to Memphis, I promised myself I would finally stop and explore. What I found was delightful. Simple and Peaceful Americana.
Dancyville Rd is a quiet two-lane road that leads south off I-40. As I drove south, my mind and my memories drew me into the past... to the back roads of my childhood growing up in the heavily-treed country-side of Northern Ohio.
Gradually Dancyville Rd brought me to a stop. There is was... Beautiful Downtown Dancyville. A small church on one corner, and across the street a small store with a single gas pump outside. Leaning up against the gas pump was an older gentleman, and sitting on the front porch in her rocking chair was an older woman, perhaps his wife. She was slowly rocking... to and fro... smiling as the two of them talked, perhaps sharing their own memories of growing up in this idyllic setting.
I rolled down my windows, rolled back the sunroof, and parked my Honda CR-V. As I sat there... taking in the quiet country afternoon... I knew it was a special place. The Smith Sisters were right... Time Stands Still on Dancyville Road.