It was 6:45 a.m., and the sun had not yet risen. I was driving through the curvy roads of Natural Bridge State Park in eastern Kentucky on my way to another dreary day of public, small town high school. As my Cavalier took the curves of the road and my dread grew greater with every mile, there was one thing that brightened my day and made me smile. It was the voice of Roger McGuinn belting out Turn, Turn, Turn. It was this song that began my compilation CD that kept me company every weekday morning. 

Having lived in Chattanooga the past three years of my life, I have not had the opportunity to visit Nashville as often as I would like. The occasional weekend trip or the pass through to my grandparents house in Paris, TN was all the time I had to spend in Music City. However, just those few seconds spent winding through the interstate in downtown Nashville, I always allotted myself a few seconds to glance over and catch sight of the city skyline; the skyline that played host to the heart of music.