Summoning the Spirit of Beale Street in Memphis, Tennessee
Lonely neon glowing signs illuminate Beale Street, a true Sunday service for music-lovers. November is off-season—no blues festivals, Elvis week, nor summer lovin’. But, the music plays on. Johnny Cash tribute bands strum heavenly somber and jubilant tunes in the many blues cafes, where booze flows like wine. Bar staff dominates Beale, smoking cigarettes and luring in tourists by feeding them wet pork rib samples—Memphis’ pride and joy. Hot damn! The tender, lip-smackin’ pork will be the finest rack of ribs you’ve ever bitten into. Now, full and belligerent, you’ll swear you saw Elvis singing under the blue moon.