Hallelujah, praise the Laawwwd
The Full Gospel Tabernacle was where Memphis began for me with Rev. Al Green in full voice. A surprisingly small place way out in the suburbs and perhaps the most amazing thing being that the big painting they had behind the choir of a baptism scene had Jesus as white but all the other characters black. The choir was blow your mind stuff but even they struggled to match the musicians three kids representing a truly righteous organ, guitar and drums.
Called past Graceland which I had psyched myself into going to pretty sure that it would be as unbearable as most Elvis fans usually are. And so I was surprised how gutted I was when they said that the queue was running at two hours which meant that with my limited time in the city that I wouldn't be able to see anything else. So on it was to the Gibson Les Paul Showcase which toured past these beautiful instuments being crafted out of solid blocks of wood. And another super effort from the Smithsonian with the Rock and Soul Museum. Oh and past Sun Studios.
Memphis impressed me with the amount of art they had around the town and it would've been nice to see it with a few more people around but being the weekend pretty much the only populated street being Beale which just oozed the blues with bands every 100 yards or so all mixing together in the middle. On Heather's step-dad's advice I called in to have some ribs. Even though it was the first thing I'd eaten that day the half portion left me stuffed, I have no idea how people could manage the monstrous portions walking past.
The timing of the busses meant that I had to leave far sooner than I would've liked, missing out on Destiny's Child too.
Called past Graceland which I had psyched myself into going to pretty sure that it would be as unbearable as most Elvis fans usually are. And so I was surprised how gutted I was when they said that the queue was running at two hours which meant that with my limited time in the city that I wouldn't be able to see anything else. So on it was to the Gibson Les Paul Showcase which toured past these beautiful instuments being crafted out of solid blocks of wood. And another super effort from the Smithsonian with the Rock and Soul Museum. Oh and past Sun Studios.
Memphis impressed me with the amount of art they had around the town and it would've been nice to see it with a few more people around but being the weekend pretty much the only populated street being Beale which just oozed the blues with bands every 100 yards or so all mixing together in the middle. On Heather's step-dad's advice I called in to have some ribs. Even though it was the first thing I'd eaten that day the half portion left me stuffed, I have no idea how people could manage the monstrous portions walking past.
The timing of the busses meant that I had to leave far sooner than I would've liked, missing out on Destiny's Child too.
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