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Dec032011

Mississippi Delta Pilgrimage

You know I love a pilgrimage. When the seed casing feels too tight, it needs to be soaked in a hard rain and it needs to be scratched, given a cut against what won't give way.  One way to do this is a road trip built for touching gravestones, stomping on the grounds of the greats, drinking their water and palming plant cuttings from their homes hoping for a little timetravel sweet skin grafting.

Pilgrimage as a journey inviting propagation. Why not?

I'm in the Mississippi Delta. Birthplace of jook joint blues. Crossroads, I'm smack in the middle of the crossroads, and this very moment I'm headed to where Robert Johnson pushes up dirty riffs from below his last square of land. Tennessee Williams soaked in his bath in Clarksdale, Mississippi for how many hours, mercy, and that's the starting point on the map this morning. Then after that,  Faulkner's home is down the highway in Oxford.

We're juking tonight. Tomorrow, there's more.

I'm soaking it up.

I'm thinking of you, too, especially if you are writing and shooting and making music and posting your stuff online for me. Or if you are wanting to. Or if you're just happy, so happy like I am, that people do.

Hey, if you want a postcard, tell me your address confidentially here. Update: Sold out, in the mail, we're headed home.

Reader Comments (7)

Everyone needs a good pilgrimage every now and again. Safe journeys to you ladies.

December 3, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterStacey

I once worked at a North Carolina newspaper and one of my favorite series the paper did was a musical roots tour through Mississippi, Louisiana, etc. I especially remember the photographs of backwoods juke joints and, well, I can't wait to see some of the images you lot are capturing. Enjoy!

December 3, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterDana

Ah ... a pilgrimage!

I remember a pilgrimage I took to MO. (It was actually a long trip from Canada to Louisiana)I made my way down grassy trails that were once roads, to find the graves of the great, great, great grandparents.

I felt connect to a past that had been left behind more than two generations ago.

When I returned home, and pulled out the photos of the century old head stones. I got nothing more than, "you took pictures of graves?".

Some people just don't get a good pilgrimage!

December 5, 2011 | Unregistered Commenterkim @ mommyknows

Hot damn Pilgrim, keep movin us on.......

December 7, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterBetty

So happy you had GOOD TIMES.

xo

December 9, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterAlexandra

So what cities or towns claim more clubs playing authentic delta blues? These days, hard to find good blues here in Austin.

December 10, 2011 | Unregistered Commentershrink on the couch

Got my postcard. Missed the trip. Love you girls and this post.

December 21, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterAnn

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