Road Trip 04-19-09

04-19-09
Yesterday I lucked into an internet wifi connection in the morning at the campground. We wake to pouring down rain, the place is under water, the lake has expanded to the parking lot. The tenters moved to higher ground so they are OK. A lot of people are leaving due to the rain, there are still a lot of bands playing today so we are staying, We've got umbrellas and rain gear and I'm sure we'll find a good band and a cold beer somewhere. We go to lunch at Abe's BarBQ. Situated right behind the Delta Donut shop is fine BarBQ restaurant. Located at the intersection at US 61 and US 49, THE Crossroads. Abe's has been in business since 1924 and unlike Robert Johnson who sold his soul to the devil to get out of here you would sell your soul for their tamales. BBQ was good but the tamales are to die for, I don't know if they are worth eternity in hell but definitely an hour or so. So we head into downtown Clarksdale for the last hurrah of the Juke Festival and go to "Cat Head", for the mini Blues Festival where we listen to Big George Brock, and Honeyboy Edwards singing the Blues. This is a place that puts on their own festival after every major event that happens in Clarksdale, I don't know how they make money at it since they don't sell beer or food. Well once they get done playing it's like they pulled the plug as the town is now a ghost town. Everbody is spent from 3 days of party party. We head back to the coach and experiment trying to perfect our Rum Ramsey drink, Dixie has it just about figured out. Folks, next year the festival is April 17th 2010. Put it on your calander because everyone says that it gets better every year. Get there a day ahead. The Blues are not just about the music. Anyone can listen to a CD and say "that music's OK", but to listen to the Blues, you have to use all of your senses. You have to experience the BLUES. You hear the BLUES, the bass guitar's beat, the harmonica, the screaming guitar, the singer revealing his soul. You smell the BLUES, the sweat of the singers and the audience the smell of cigarettes and stale beer. You feel the BLUES in your body, it touches you to your bones. You even see the BLUES, the clothes, the band, the stage, the bar, you'll see it in your dreams. The blues are not about quantity they are about quality. We decide to stay in for the night and actually I have cooked us a perfct meal of ravoli. I opened up the can of Chef Boy R Dee extra stuffed ravoli and boy o boy it was good. If you don't believe me try a can of this stuff put it on a nice plate and present it properly and you will think that you are eating 1st class. Really this shit is good, extra stuffed either in beef or sausage they both are good in a pinch. We are off to Nashville tomorrow and it's about 300 miles so we'll be leaving out early. See Ya Brian