When I was a kid growing up in Nashville, Barbara Mandrell had a side line business involving a chain of one hour photo development shops. This was before such a concept, the one hour photo, had established itself in the american conscience as a necessary convenience rather than exotic new luxury. But the lady had it all, not just business acumen. She was a country star and had a singing group with her sisters. Never realized just how hot of a steel player she was. Sneaky Pete and Lloyd Green never had the movie star looks anyway. Now I will have to go trawling for footage of Karen Carpenter drum solos (she did edge out Bonham in a "best rock drummer" poll sometime in the mid seventies but it may have been Tiger Beat. Still.....) I miss the Christmas lights at Twitty City, but this is the kind of thing that can make anyone miss what Nashville used to be.
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