You’ve all probably heard this, but you may not have seen this genuinely creepy video.
I’ve been here five hours, made six bad decisions …
I’ve been kicked out of Sweden, I’ve been busted in Spain
And New York I don’t care to discuss
But the things that I find fit to do in this town
Would turn my poor mammy to dust
Pretty much. The soul of this town was created early on by riverboat workers and whores. It can be repressed here and there, but it’s always lurking somewhere. You can hear it in everything from Sun rockabilly to Big Star 3rd.
I’ve always heard it was something in the water …
I can taste the sludge!
If Memphis can prompt six bad decisions five hours, I’m wondering how many I’ve made in approximately forty-four years here.