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  • Tennessee

    Odd ducks and Beale Street

    Memphis might be the home of the blues but in the heat of the sun on a Thursday afternoon in June, it’s heart was bordering

    When the sun came out

    Sam Phillips didn’t know his ass from his elbow when it came to recording music. He winged it. And he made mistakes. And those mistakes

    What a waste of a good man

    Memphis, Tennessee, where Elvis’s voice seeps through cracks in the pavement and every public TV shows him in action. Hotels have guitar-shaped pools and 24/7

    Tennessee

    Her Majesty

    Meet Her Majesty. Her friends call her ‘Her’, as in ‘I know Her!’. Her has been a professional hula hooper for four years now and

    Horses for courses

    Belle Meade – the fifth richest city in the USA per capita – is about 3.5 square miles and lies on the outskirts of Nashville,

    2013 Grateful 28

    I’m rapidly eating into my 15 minutes of fame. I made the newspaper in Henderson, KY and was one of the screaming masses in Nashville,

    A stream of Southern consciousness

    As I write, I am sitting somewhere north-west of Nashville, Tennessee, on the second of a three-day stopover in the state. It’s been a little

    Be still my fickle heart

    Nashville is my heaven – or at least one version of what heaven might be like. What more could a gal ask for than country

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