Two great experiences in Memphis today. First was Sun Studio. Walked up to the front door, and imagined Elvis tearing through the door into the "secretary's" front office, hoping to persuade Sam Phillips for another chance. Place was packed with tourists who were respectful and curious. But it was the oldest and heaviest fan who knew every one of those hit songs and their players. And thrilling to stand where Bill Black played his double bass for Elvis and other early stars. And hold the microphone through which they sang their hits.
If that wasn't inspiring enough, next came Stax Museum of Soul with the famous movie house marque announcing the home of soul music to McLemore Ave and Memphis. The museum included clothing worn by many of the stars in historic performances, so it was not hard to imagine their owners proudly and confidently struttin' their stuff in the day.
Recognition was displayed for Booker T & The MGs, including the organ he used on all the early hits. Unfortunately, Duck Dunn did not get the callout we all feel he should have received--not even his Fender bass used for the iconic hits.
The highlight was emersion in the Holiest of Holies -- the studio where the magic occurred. It was formerly a movie theater, so the floor slopes down from the entry to a stage area, with the control room behind a glass window. I even got a few minutes alone in this room, clapped my hands above my head to hear room response, and imagine being there while the music flowed. Put Branson in the rear view mirror!
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