Memphis, TN – July 5, 2003
This used to be the Map Room, a sloping storage space under the eaves of a dormer, where my uncle would go when he wanted to find somewhere else. [Click on image for more…]
This used to be the Map Room, a sloping storage space under the eaves of a dormer, where my uncle would go when he wanted to find somewhere else. [Click on image for more…]
My father knows every song no one’s ever heard of. His head is like a cemetery where the failures of great songwriters lie buried in tombs and graves like the corpses of distant uncles and aunts forever forgotten by their families. [Click on image for more…]