Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

The Lady In Plaid

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Hey, Mrs. Donna Jean. Whatcha doing?

“Wearin’ the hell out of these here slacks, sugar.”

You totally are.

“That Meyers boy is bitin’ my style.”

Not really. Where are you?

“Now you should know this, darlin’. This is Muscle Shoals Sound Studio in Sheffield, Alabama. You got Graceland, the Opry, Sun, Stax, and you got this bitty place right here. Black folks made some hits, so white boys been makin’ pilgrimages here all these years. Good kinda Southern landmark.”

Yeah?

“Everybody got along in the studio. Didn’t matter what color you were. Just had to play. Me and the girls in Southern Comfort here, we sing for white acts, black acts, no one cared.”

That’s nice.

“And, hoo boy, was there some humpin’!”

That’s too much, Mrs. Donna Jean.

“Back then it was called miscegenation and it was against the law, but we didn’t care. We was young and it was so damn hot out.”

That sounds nice, actually. Hey, what was Elvis like?

“Elvis was like Elvis. Only way I can explain it.”

That makes perfect sense.

“Yeah, it kinda does.”

2 Comments

  1. . . . Whatcha doing?
    “Wearin’ the hell out of these here slacks, sugar.”

    Just exactly perfect observing and writing. (and she sure was.)
    I sure hope other enthusiasts are tapping on that donate button.

  2. It is worth noting that, amazingly, the backbone of the muscle shoals sounds was actually a group of white boys.

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