Graceland. Take in the wisdom of a child who learned from absence and the derole unmodels he was presented with. Add whiskey.
There are ducks and blondes and ironies in the lobby of the Peabody and we skip back and forth through time.
Stax. They were lost and weary. They left here for Britain. They came back energised, made whole again for a while. The magic of Finsbury Park. Or Croydon.
You look up at the balcony. You wonder why MLK stayed in such a crap place. And then you decide it’s time to start to stop thinking like a white man.