Putting the tacks in tacky, at Graceland. |
The day had to begin with Paul Simon's controversial classic, Graceland.
It would end, however, with live music reverberating from every corner of Memphis's legendary Beale Street. Home of the blues.
Given some of the city's history, the blues make absolute sense.
We spent the morning at Elvis's former home, sweat dribbling down my brow. Graceland is surprisingly modest in size – but in nothing else. Bedecked by green shag carpet and folded fabric ceilings, gold taps and plush white leather sofas, the house is a faded Polaroid of seventies kitsch.
But, you can't got to Memphis and not visit once.
Just incredible. Nothing witty to say about this. |
The museum visit also includes a visit to the room from which James Earl Ray took the shot that fateful day. In terms of museum concepts, it's breathtaking.
It seems I always end up at the heavy sort of museum that makes you reflect. Given how little things seem to have changed in this day and age, that may not a bad thing.
At night, live music pours out every doorway along Beale Street. So does the beer.
Snare drums of cicadas fill the trees as sighs of brass horns rattle through the humidity.
Beale Street may not be the longest, but its neon-clad bars have been witness to a disproportionate amount of music history.
It's the home of the blues in a gritty city that has seen its share of heartache.
Vitals:
- Time: 1.5 hours
- Distance: 177.4 kms
- Weather: Sunny and hot
- States: Missouri, Arkansas, Tennessee
- Wildlife: None
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