I’m walking in Memphis. Walking with my feet 10 feet off of Beale!
I’m a Marc Cohn fan and have been singing this song since it came out. Now I know what he’s talking about.
This song launched his career as a struggling musician when he met 70-year old Muriel playing piano in a bar and poured his heart out to her. Have a listen. You’ll be hooked if you’re not already!
Beale Street is the main drag of music bars that is open to traffic during the day but at night, three blocks are closed off so pedestrians can let the music carry them down the famous street.
Start at BB King’s Cafe, grab dinner here with whoever’s playing live (when my husband last visited BB King himself turned up and joined the band). Alas he didn’t when I was in the house.
Watch the Beale Street Flippers. This group of young guys are outstanding athletes who started just doing backflips down Beale Street for tips. Today a group of really young boys is here, but the main group and founders are in their late 20s now and perform at halftime in NBL games across the country.
Tap your toes to the piano sound at Jerry Lee Lewis’s bar. For less ‘Great balls of Fire’, take your drink out the back where a more mellow live sound will allow you the chance to catch up with friends for a yarn.
You’ll wander past countless souvenir stores and to be honest, it’s all very touristy and the road could do with a jolly good clean.
But when in Memphis it’d be rude not to visit Beale Street, right?