[[Memphis, TN|Memphis, Tennessee]]

Thursday, 22 June 1995

We woke up just before 4am, and took off up I-35. It felt great
to be going 70mph away from Austin. We kept going until we got to the
trusty Waffle House just south of Dallas on I-35E. We ordered the all-you-
can-eat breakfasts, but for the first time in my life, were in too much of
a hurry to get where we were going to dig around for jukebox change.
(But I highly recommend Waffle House jukeboxes which are novel musical
treats with songs on them like, "Hash Browns'n'Biscuits.")

I'll spare you lots of roadtrip detail here... We got to Memphis at
about 8pm. Finally. Home of the Blues. Birthplace of Rock'n'Roll. Musi-
cal Mecca. Cool fuckin' town. Being the exhausted motor vehicle operators
we were, we proceeded directly to the first motel on our Memphis Hard
Luck Motel Tour. This particular Motel 6 was the sorriest motel I'd ever
stayed in and Susan hated it even more than I did. Still, I was happy to
collapse on the bed for a few seconds, get a shower and consume some
wretched Chinese-type food at the too-convenient-to-be-true restaurant
across the street.

Refreshed, we called some people we knew in town to see what
was up for the evening and we ended up going down to the P&H Cafe (it
stands for Poor & Hungry). The place is owned and run by a woman named
Wanda who was once a truck driver and has a supporting role in Teenage
Tupelo. SHe looks like a distorted Dolly Parton and was very hospitable
and kind. We had a good time relaxing, drinking beer and shootin' the
shit with Tripp and "his people"--the P&H is a favorite hangout.

Friday, 23 June 1995

Friday morning we had breakfast at Brother Juniper's College Inn this badass place that Tripp had given us directions to. Next we stopped by Shangri-la Records, one of the best record stores in the universe, which is run by a fellow by the name of Sherman who also runs the Shangri-la Records (the label) and who is therefore responsible for