It Came From Memphis

It's late, way too late to post another post. But today I finally got to see Stranded in Canton - the unmixed, unfinished rough cut anyway - and images from it will be whirling through my mind as I try to get some much needed sleep tonight. Sounds, too - Johnny Woods singing through his harp, about how "you gonna look jes' like a monkey when you get old." Jim Dickinson duetting on 'Wild Bill Jones' with the bankrobbing, wildcatting streak of murderous impulse that is Jerry McGill. Furry Lewis, hammering his elbow on the neck of his guitar to make a noise that drives the crowd just crazy. I will take time to catalogue some of these stray thoughts and put them right on down here for you all, soon, but now is just not going to be that time - now I need to figure out exactly how I feel about seeing something that up till now was a sort of a legend. Pinning these things to reality always robs them of something, but in this case I don't feel even slightly diminished by the experience. It's screening again in December, and if you haven't seen it, see it, and if you haven't read the book, (It Came From Memphis is the name of the book in case you can't remember as far back as the top of your screen) then read it first. Then go and order all the CDs. Then sit back and wait for next April. The South's gonna rise again!