It’s so tempting to paraphrase Forrest Gump when you live in the South. “Email is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’ll find inside.”
For example, this arrived a few days ago:
“Great story in the News Sentinel. Great website. But neither say where the performances take place. Perhaps it’s a secret known only to the elite of Knoxville.” Bill B.
Oh Bill, your email made us laugh. Not ha-ha funny laugh. It was the painful laugh of recognition. How could you know we’ve already spent hours driving around the city looking for a place we could call home? Your point is well taken – and, well, we don’t know. Yet.
There are a lot of “where’s” to answer as we continue to search. Should we be downtown? Nice, but already populated with various entertainment venues, pricey (unless we can convince one of the “elite” to cut us a big break) and for some people parking is a concern. Should we be West? How far west? Bearden? Farragut? Lenoir City?
Then there’s the question of what kind of building would best serve our purposes. An empty grocery store? An old church? We need ceiling height for lighting grids, ample parking, some office space, and rehearsal space and, in the best of all possible worlds, room to grow.
And, of course, there’s always that money thing.
Truth is we would love to find where the elite meet. We would be thrilled if they could help us find a permanent performance space. In the meantime, we will be looking for other places to put on a show. We’ll do our best to send up a flare and let people know how to find us. Right now, we truly ARE the Flying Anvil.
You never know where we might land.
But hey, y’all stay tuned and watch out!