The Manchester Music Fest 2018 celebrated bluegrass, outlaw country, and southern rock in a tiny Appalachian town. And things almost went off without a hitch.
Henry Harrison, owner of The International Rock-a-Billy Hall of Fame Museum, wants you to know Elvis, Carl, and Johnny as people, not as mythic titans of music and history.
The best description of Craig Meek’s Memphis Barbecue came around 2 a.m.: “You wrote a book about your city through [freaking] barbecue. How cool is that?!”
The night was far younger than we realized. Someone invited us to have a drink at Wild Bill’s, which a local would later call “the last real place in Memphis.”
Memphis is a city with a rich musical tradition and Eric Gales both acknowledged and embraced that tradition when he came home to play Minglewood Hall.
The ending of Wayne Kramer’s first show in New York in ten years should have been awesome. Instead, when the cry of “it’s time to kick out the jams motherfuckas!!!” rang out, it just felt out of place. And that was a good thing.
One fan passed judgment saying, “That’s the most metal thing ever.” He wasn’t referring to the pools of fake blood, or the vivisections of Christ and Hitler. He was referring to the arrival of the FDNY after GWAR’s set.
