Lucky old Memphisians. In London, buskers tend to consist of fragrant chaps with dogs and penny whistles, sub-X Factor try-hards with transatlantic accents and earnest, bearded men blowing fiendishly into oboes. Not so in the home of the blues and the birthplace of rock and roll. i was walking back to my hotel from downtown when I bumped into Tony and the Titans busking in the pavilion on Court Square. I stopped to listen for a few songs, and I was pretty impressed. See what you think...
The live music in the clubs is pretty darn good too. I went to BB King's blues club on Beale Street and heard the Preston Shannon band play live. There are a number of things I love about this - one, Preston's jaunty solo. Two, the large guy on bass. That's a proper bass player. And three, the oldest swinger in town doing his one dance move, namely a sort of locomotion-esque choo-choo train impression, over, and over, and over again. Way to go, grandad.
Oh, and did I mention? Order the deep fried dill pickles. Sounds gross, tastes good.
The live music in the clubs is pretty darn good too. I went to BB King's blues club on Beale Street and heard the Preston Shannon band play live. There are a number of things I love about this - one, Preston's jaunty solo. Two, the large guy on bass. That's a proper bass player. And three, the oldest swinger in town doing his one dance move, namely a sort of locomotion-esque choo-choo train impression, over, and over, and over again. Way to go, grandad.
Oh, and did I mention? Order the deep fried dill pickles. Sounds gross, tastes good.
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