It was strangely sad to cross the border into Tennessee on Thursday. We had only spent 5 days there but for various reasons i.e. the blues connection and some very nice people we met, we had grown a genuine fondness for this unique somewhat unspoilt state. I haven’t done a count yet, however I estimate that we covered around 1000 miles zigzagging around the state mopping up as many iconic blues related places as we could. With hindsight one could easily spend two weeks in Mississippi on the blues trail, which would be great for me, however, although the present Mrs F is something of a convert, I wouldn’t wish to push my luck.
So we are now in Memphis having arrived on Thursday and leaving today, Saturday. We are headed for Nashville which is a particular choice of Linda’s. I’m sure that I will grow to love all that country & western music…….but it does have the added bonus of being the home of Gruhn Guitars, an iconic shop run by arguably the worlds expert on the subject. Anticipate lots more on this venue later! Excited?
Above is the wholesome and gigantic fried chicken meal we had for lunch. The piece of memorabilia, a guitar made from a bed pan naturally caught my eye. Now thats the hospital for me.
From the restaurant we moved onto our very last port of call in Mississippi. The inaptly, in our case, ‘Gateway to The Blues Museum’. For some reason it is assumed that most folk on the Blues Trail start from Chicago and work downwards. Never mind, this was a little gem. Easily the best collection of guitars we’d encountered. Some of which are extremely valuable. I photographed so many guitars that I have spared you task of wading through them all. On returning to England I will be holding special viewing for you avid followers. After all, we all love to sit through an evening looking at someone else’s holiday snaps don’t we! Entrance will be 5 shillings.
Above are various photos of Beale Street in Memphis. The neon sign at the top says ‘Home of the Blues’. I don’t wish to be picky, but the blues actually started in the Mississippi Delta. Details, details. Whereas Bourbon Street in New Orleans is atmospheric and a party street, Beale Street would fit well into Blackpool. Not the friendly atmosphere we encountered in Bourbon Street and police were everywhere. Still every bar has live blues music and one or two bands were excellent. Alfred’s above, is apparently world famous. Ever heard of it? No me neither!
Just packing up to drive the 4 hours to Nashville. See you on the other side. Toodaloo!