You know, this song is actually about some normally cool stuff. It references a number of blues legends, Memphis hangouts, Carl Perkins, Elvis and even my beloved Bruce, but who would know it?
It might be called a “tribute”, but the horrific sounds are more like a huge f-you to the soul of the city.
Marc Cohn is way more Michael Bolton than W.C. Handy, and the song conjures images of all kinds of bad, bland, cringe-worthy things like Amy Grant and teal and maroon Patagonias. Yuck.
Posted on November 12, 2007