The Echoes of Legends: A Tribute to Nashville Municipal Auditorium
My office view from the Cordell Hull Building overlooks more than just a venue—it’s a front-row seat to my own history. While I often think of the family watching the Harlem Globetrotters with Felicia and our sons — my coolest memory is of my late brother, Phillip. At seventeen, he won a Y107 contest that put us backstage and face-to-face with guitarist Eddie Van Halen, Van Halen singer Sammy Hager and band. I’ll never forget Eddie walking right up to me just to say hello. The Nashville Municipal Auditorium isn’t just a landmark of the city; it’s a landmark of many of our lives.

The memories of the Municipal Auditorium aren’t all just about the music; some are about the adventure of getting home. I remember driving two friends to see Krokus Concert in 1984 in my 1968 Camaro.

As we hit the Nashville city limits, I could see the alternator giving out. After the show, we walked to a car with a dead battery and no headlights. We braved the drive home on a version of I-24 that was far more primitive than it is now—no streetlights, just the moonlight and a prayer that the Camaro would keep rolling. I distinctly recall one of the guys screaming like a little girl as we drove the off-ramp onto Sam Ridley Parkway. I wish I could remember who those guys were.
I’ll often post a few pictures on Facebook and get a flood of comments and folks sharing memories:
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Historic Nashville Municipal Auditorium
In a city defined by its glittering neon “Honky Tonk Highway” and the hallowed halls of the Ryman, it is easy to overlook the stoic, mid-century concrete structure sitting on 4th Avenue North. Yet, the Nashville Municipal Auditorium (NMA) remains the unsung backbone of Music City’s diverse sonic history.





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