We’re going to Memphis, the sacred muck, the shining jewel of all sad backwaters. We’re going to Memphis, great lost city of sound. You can walk on whiskey, in Memphis. You can bang your blue guitar. “Your guitar,” says the city on the bluff to the pilgrim at the banks of the big river, “is it blue?” Pilgrim says, “Oh, it’s sad as can be.” -- "Long Gone Daddies" by David Wesley Williams










