We truly have an embarrassment of riches when it comes to music in Memphis. Sadly, because I am old, wrangling babies, and averse to going anywhere the music is accompanied by a cloud of cigarette smoke (still Memphis? Really?), I don't get to hear much of it. But happily the past few days offered up a bounty.
The divine Misti Rae (accompanied by Davy Ray)serenaded the Food Truck rally audience at Court Square. She's fond of Old Hollywood and Marilyn Monroe ditties. I like tamales. I named my child Harlow, so imagine my bliss at being able to (finally) eat a chicken tamale in Memphis and listen to Misti purr "I just want to be loved by you." Yum.
Then my man and his band Cotton and Coal played a show at the Blue Monkey. Smokey, smokey blue monkey. I felt and smelled like ass the next morning but I was thrilled to see Caleb back in action. And oh my god, there were people! Out at a bar! I forgot that there is there other subset of people who have the ability to go out on a Saturday night and Do Stuff. Without children. It was kinda awesome to behold. What else is awesome? Going home with the lead singer.
I'm a big fan of Glorie, the instrumental rock band, and particularly of Jonathan Kircksey, cellist for the Memphis Symphony Orchestra and future composer for my web series Select City (I just need to tell him that part). So I jumped at the chance to capture the action as Glorie went back into the studio at Ardent to record their newest EP. The room was just overcome with strings and sound and vibration and me trying to sit really still and not accidentally f-up the recording. It was beautiful and a really lovely way to spend a slightly hungover Sunday.