
The Ryman Auditorium. For those who love the old majestic building, and who feel a sense of familiarity towards it, it’s simply referred to as The Ryman.
Over the years, I’ve been to countless concerts in that historical venue, and the overwhelming takeaway is the deep sense of gratitude and humility that even the most accomplished and famous of artists express about being able to perform there. I’ve been told that musicians prefer the acoustics there to any other musical stage Nashville offers. And I have definitely experienced firsthand the heightened, almost magical experience that is felt with the notes and strums and rhythm taking on a life of their own as they reverberate off the aged walls and stained glass windows.
Finished in 1892, it was originally The Union Gospel Tabernacle—built by newly converted Thomas Ryman to provide a permanent structure for tent evangelist, Sam Jones, to preach to the city of Nashville. Since its beginnings, it has hosted varying types of shows and events, but is most widely recognized for being home to the Grand Ole Opry in the mid 1900’s. Referencing its original purpose and also its most commonly known history, it is now often endearingly called “The Mother Church of Country Music”. Although the Opry now has its permanent home by Opry Mills, it still returns to its roots at the Ryman every year for the months of November through January. It’s quite honestly a boot-stomping good time regardless of the line-up of Country or Bluegrass artists for any particular night. I made it out recently on a cold night for Opry at the Ryman; I got so caught up in the grandeur of the place that particular night, that I was an easy sell for the advertised post-show tour of the Ryman. I hadn’t previously realized the detailed history of that beloved building—it stood unused, in need of repair, and in threat of being torn down for many years, and was only fully restored to its original glory in the 1990s. The tour takes you behind the scenes through the green rooms and then out onto the stage—anyone with a love for music can’t help but briefly indulge your whimsical side and imagine yourself as the one up there with the microphone :).
I bought a new Hatch print for my home that night in the gift shop—it proudly displays the beautiful architecture of the Ryman with the words “Soul of Nashville”. One could argue that title I suppose, but if walls could sing what they’ve heard over more than a century, I can’t imagine there would be anywhere else in our hometown that would be better suited to be called just that.



