Grateful for the opportunity to spend the last few weeks with family, eating, exploring Taiwan, eating, hiking, getting to know my family’s hometown, eating, and sorting out some family and personal matters. Will miss the food, the 7-11’s, the beverage selection and the food. Will be back soon. Onto the next stop!
Days and nights of art and architecture. Spent the night in a museum. Most of the exhibits didn’t allow photography so this is just a glimpse of what the island has to offer.
@joesills ’ words captured the evening so well. Get @reshare_app • @joesills Away from the stage lights and off in the cut, I started thinking about the spirit of a city. Some cities are best known for buildings or natural wonders: skyscrapers, statues or the ember-like glow of sunsets over mountain tops and coastlines. Memphis is not one of those places. But there is a glow here, a glow that radiates from neon signs on Beale Street and rope lighting in neighborhood lounges and hideaways. If you spend much time beneath any of those lights with the people of Memphis, you’ll find that glow radiates from our spirits, too. I’d never heard of the Big S Lounge before this weekend; but I had heard of the Black Keys. Knowing a little about the avenues and arteries of South Memphis, I headed for a record hang in a beautiful place beside the railroad tracks, where folks from Memphis, Arkansas, New York, Los Angeles, Wisconsin and Ohio all gathered together inside.
Most of those people had no idea who was bringing in turntables or why they’d arrived. But none of that mattered, as long as they kept bringing good vibes.
For one night in South Memphis, it didn’t matter who you were, how old you were or where you were from. It didn’t matter if you had a bookshelf full of Grammy’s at home or barely had the shoes on your feet—the only thing that mattered was the beat.
By the end of the night, everyone from out of town pretty much agreed. Mountains and monuments be damned, there’s something special beneath the lights of Memphis, Tennessee.
I don’t have the words, nor can I whittle down 19 years of love, companionship and joy down to 20 photos, so I’m reposting @petsittingpod ’s post. Miss you so much, buddy. Thank you for all the memories. 💔
