FOLSOM PRISON BLUES
Any story about Johnny Cash wouldn't be complete without a mention of Folsom Prison Blues, one of his stand-out songs from his Sun years and, of course, the opening song of the prison concert album that made him a legend.
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In terms of the story though, I dwelt with the Sun version as well as the impact of the blues on Memphis and on the rest of the world. The only shame is that the song is a virtual copy of someone else's song, Crescent City Blues, but he was young, foolish, and needed to come up with a song. He paid his dues when the At Folsom album made the track huge again.
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Any discussion of the blues in Memphis has to dwell on Beale Street, of course, the epicentre of the Memphis blues scene in the fifties and which influenced Elvis. Beale Street is now the tourist hub of Memphis, which makes the city a delight for fans of music history, with Beale Street, Sun Studio and Graceland, it's a great place to dwell.
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Beale Street today, however, bears no resemblance to the Beale Street that bounced all those decades ago. Beale Street was Beale Street because it was the hub of the black community, but with that came inequality and low incomes. Although many of the bars that profess to be juke joints up and down Beale Street are in buildings that are from those years, most of them were loan shops and pawnbrokers, with the juke joints upstairs or in the back rooms.
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Beale Street fell into decay in the seventies, but local business people wanted to revitalise it, so it was developed and repackaged. It's a tourist version of Beale Street now, presented as authentic to those walking up and down, but the reality is that if Beale Street was like it was back then, the tourists wouldn't go near it. Beale Street is what it is, a tourist trap, but the bars serve beer and, for that reason, all is forgiven.
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One tip though: take proof of age. I wasn't allowed in two bars because I'd assumed that my age-ravaged face and grey hair would satisfy the door staff that I was over twenty-one. Apparently not.
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In the Folsom Prison Blues chapter, James and Bruce visit the Green Beetle bar on South Main Street, not far from the Lorraine Motel. In researching the book, my bagman and I visited the Green Beetle, a great little place, and the couple we met there made it into the book. After all, they bought us the beers. It was the least I could do.
The first part of Beale Street proper on the walk from Sun Studio
The start of tourist Beale Street
Beale Street
Beale Street
One of the blues-themed bars on Beale Street
Jerry Lee Lewis's bar, called, of course, Jerry Lee Lewis
My bagman getting the beers in
The famous A. Schwab store, the only original business on Beale Street, since Abraham Schwab opened the store in 1876
Beale Street
Dyers burger bar
Beale Street panorama
Green Beetle on South Main Street, the oldest bar in Memphis
South Main Street
Beale Street at night
Green Beetle. This couple made it into the book.
Lorraine Motel, where Dr Martin Luther King was assassinated
Beale Street at night
Blues bar at night
BB King's club
Blues bar at night