I went down to the crossroads...and kept driving

We are in full flight home for the holidays. Rachel and I will be back in Los Angeles to catch a flight to Canada for Christmas. On a side note, does anyone out there actually get excited about Christmas? I don't want to sound like bitter guy but I am finding it hard to work up excitement for a holiday with such lame music, the worst movies ever, ridiculous commercial overtones and expectations, and food that's only half as good as Thanksgiving. It's a wonder it's even considered the grandaddy of holidays. Although I am really looking forward to seeing my family.


Over the last week we shot all the way from Charleston to Austin. With stops along the way in Atlanta, Nashville, Memphis, Clarksdale, Vicksburg, and New Orleans it's been a jambalaya of blues, Beale St, battlegrounds, Broadway, bars, bluegrass, BBQ, Bourbon St, and beinets. Mmm beinets!!!



Above all the last week has been a drive through the American music heartland. After the LaScala's graciously took us in in Atlanta, we cruised through the home of 3 of the most profound American musical genres. There was Country and pulled pork to be had in Nashville; a ramble through Blues country on Mississippi's Highway 61; and dudes with horns making the devil's music in Nawlins' (although some say Kenny G invented jazz).



All of the styles hit a convergence in Memphis where we paid tribute to the original genre-fuser. No, I'm not talking about Isaac Hayes. I am referring our trip to Greaceland to pay tribute to the king. Graceland's portrait of Elvis was fascinating because it doesn't discriminate between the classy, all American Elvis, and the sleazy, shag carpet sealing, sweaty Elvis. It simply honors him for what he was: A talented man with good intentions and a terrible sense of fashion.



Outside of our musical exploit,s the highlights of the last leg were roaming the swampy street of New Orleans, and staying in our first splurged hotel room in Vicksburg.








After a ridiculous dinner of BBQ at the Salt Lick, and a sweet stay the Isaak Castle in Austin, we are heading across Texas for Lubbock, Santa Fe, the Grand Canyon, on our way back to good ole' LA.
-JJ