This morning I head for the Greyhound Bus Terminal, and Memphis. The home of the blues, Beale Street and Elvis Presley. In fact, today is the 50th anniversary of the release of ‘Heartbreak Hotel’, which is coincidentally where I’ll be staying when I get there.
Yes, it’s at the end of Lonely Street and yes, the desk clerk will be dressed in black. I’m not sure if there’ll be a bellhop permanently in tears, but you never know. If there is, then being British, I shall of course grab him firmly by the shoulders and entreaty him to pull his socks up and pull himself together. Stiff upper lip, old man, and all that.
Tupelo’s been good to me and I’ve met some really lovely people who’ve put themselves out to help this hopeless itninerant. So thanks Perry, Jason, Dennis, Roger and Terry in particular. Elvis’s birthday celebration was fun, but somehow I think Memphis will be something else.