“Sal, we gotta go and never stop going ‘til we get there.”

“Where we going, man?”

“I don’t know but we gotta go.” – Jack Kerouac

 

Yesterday was spent at the King’s house. We have been to the Queens house in 08, but thought we’d drop in. While he had left the building many years ago Graceland was a lot of things rolled into one. Overwhelming, really, but full of history , enabling an insight into the extravagant life of the Presley’s family and business lives. Yet kitsch at the same time. And emotional as the family graves are on full display. As was last year’s memorial for John lennon, this was another time for reflection. The car collection was the highlight for me.

The girls did some housework and looked after the laundry, God bless ‘em, while the boys took a tour at the Gibson guitar factory. Gary is talking about getting the band back together, But we’ve both heard that before.  

The evening saw us return to the Flying Saucer bar for supper and a few tastings of the local brews. I think a number of the overseas ones were also dispatched at some time. The K’s and I kicked on at (a thankfully much quieter) Beale St where we caught a further 2 blues bands. Sensational.

Woke up late today with a dry mouth but with a spring in my step and a twinkle in my eye. While our Memphis leg is now complete, as is our first road trip (we have 2 more to come) we conlude what is the major component of our field trip – music. And while Beale St can become a drunken cesspit on a Saturday night – and I believe is overrated – it does have sone great music playing every night.  Y’all should take a trip out here some day, know what I’m sayin’?