Tuesday, January 14, 2020

The Confederate Charge





We found some of Joyce's treasure Diamonds

It seemed like we were living on the edge of the world… Last night we were at the Pancake Man in Nashville when our crew which included Billy Ray Reynolds, Johnny Darrell and Curtis Buck decides to go pay visitation and tribute to some long deceased Confederate Generals at the Carnton Cemetery in Franklin. This involved a two car procession, 2 bottles of tequila and a couple of hand guns. Curtis led the ceremony. He had been awake for at least two days and had spoken a word that didn't rhyme in that amount of time. We shared a bottle of tequila with some dead officers and drank the second. We spent extra time at the gravesite of Nathan Bedford Forrest one Curtis' favorites.


As the sun rose, we stopped in Brentwood and picked up Jill. She, Curtis and I headed for Memphis in our 47 chevy. Seems like we had to stop and pay tribute somewhere along the way, once again to Nathan Bedford Forrest. Curtis was carrying a homemade weapons sack which included 2 swords of different lengths, a Bowie knife, Bow and arrows and some various sticks. We finally arrive in the Bluff city at writer Stanley Booth's house where we were met also by Jim Dickinson and Bill Eggleston. On one of our previous trips to Memphis Egg had photographed McGill and presented him with that photo. Curtis promptly thanked Bill in rhyme and folded the photo in quarters and stuffed it into his weapons bag. Next stop Hueys in Midtown..Tucker and Madison.. This was our songwriting headquarters in Memphis.. others were there when we arrived, Danny Graflund, Hal Newman, Sherry Fortune… we sat on the Tucker Street porch and sang songs and drew a crowd from inside Hueys… Buck, much like a minister of the gospel preaching in his never ending rhythmic pentameter ended up on the roof of Hueys with sword drawn screaming "Charge".  He had transformed into Curtis Bedford Forrest..