It’s a week before Christmas, and Adia Victoria is riding out the final hours of an early-winter rainstorm in the home she shares with her mother and sister. Victoria moved here — to a historically black neighborhood on the border of North Nashville and Midtown — in November 2010.
Chuck Mead wraps his fingers around an oversized cup at a window table tucked in the back of East Nashville’s Ugly Mugs, talking about life, old school country music, DIY punk, Broadway shows, and maintaining one’s truth while also maintaining the bottom line.
On the inside of Will Hoge’s left forearm is a tattoo of a motor scooter with a red line through it.
“No scooters,” he says, tilting his arm outward to illustrate his point. He half smiles, but he’s not kidding.