A beautiful afternoon filled with end-of-summer sunlight hid the rainstorm that was on the horizon. Our week in Memphis had been full of surprises, and our last day there was no different.
Sid walked in first, and his son Steve followed with their guitars. While we set up, father and son filled the room with stories of Memphis past and present. Sid can tell tales of Tennessee music for days, and you’d never want to miss one minute. He’s been there for it, and not only can he tell it, he can play it for you, too.
They settled in to pick and slide through a mischievous version of “I Got Mine,” two styles of playing that spin on the same axis. And when the story was told and the song finished, we heard two generations echo “It’s a record.”
Our deepest thanks to Ward Archer. For so many things!