July 15th
The Mississippi delta was shining like a
national guitar.
I am following the river down the highway through the cradle of the civil war.
I'm going to Graceland, Graceland in Memphis, Tennessee. I'm going to Graceland.
I am following the river down the highway through the cradle of the civil war.
I'm going to Graceland, Graceland in Memphis, Tennessee. I'm going to Graceland.
PAUL
SIMON 1986
It has been a
musical day in Memphis for sure. Our morning today was consumed by a VIP tour
of Graceland, the home for 20 years of Elvis Presley, his parents, Priscilla,
Lisa Marie, and in later years his grandmother Minnie Mae. The estate is on one
side of Elvis Presley Blvd., the ticket office and exhibit complex cover about
5 acres on the other side. We arrived to pick up our VIP passes at about 9:30AM,
noticing that there were very few cars in the parking lot. We were off on our
tour by 9:45 and were the only two people in a 20-passenger shuttle bus with
our own guide as we crossed the street and drove through the gates of the
estate.
The biggest surprise
to me about this beautiful property is how normal it looks. This could be any
farm with an antebellum, plantation-style manor home. It doesn’t have the look like the ‘crib’ of
a modern rock star, sports or entertainment celebrity. Elvis bought it from a
family who had worked it as a farm. Even the name “Graceland” came from the
previous owner’s Aunt Grace. He paid $100,000 for the property in 1957 and it
is furnished as it was at the time of his death in 1977. Fascinating! It took
about 2 hours to tour the place and then our shuttle delivered us back across
the street where we spent another hour and a half viewing the various exhibits,
visiting several souvenir shops, and having some lunch. We even explored his
private Convair 880 tour jet and all of his automobiles.
We got back to the
RV just before 2 PM and had an hour to relax. Then, at 3 PM, we were picked up by a driver and town car and
driven into the downtown music area. Our first stop was the Museum of STAX
Records. This is a terrific museum focusing on the predominantly black artists
who contributed to the gospel, pop, rock, blues, jazz and soul genres. The building
also houses an exact copy of the Stax Recording Studio, complete with the
original console, tape recorders, and house instruments. I got to see the
Hammond M-3 organ on which Booker T played “Green Onions” (you younger readers
can check it out on iTunes sometime.)
Back in our car, we
were dropped off on Beale Street. This section of town has many clubs,
restaurants and bars where live music is king. On the weekends traffic is
banned from three blocks of the street and folks can walk in the street from
side to side. People from each establishment are out on the street trying to
get you to go in and hear the band in their joint. There is also nothing to
prohibit you from taking your drink with you from place to place – I gather
this is much like New Orleans. We had a terrific time, dodged a strong
afternoon rain shower, and shopped for some more souvenirs.
We were dropped off
at out RV at a little after 5 PM and are enjoying a nice relaxing evening
before we drive to Nashville tomorrow and “get our country on” with a tour of
the Grand Old Opry.
Till the next post!
Licia & Pete on the steps of Graceland |
Elvis's Gibson guitar. |
Elvis's pool room - note the fabric walls and ceiling. |
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