Don Zulaica
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Full disclosure: I danced about architecture (a.k.a. wrote about musicians) for a quarter century or so.
A key stop on a music-history tour, and it was everything I hoped for. Led by a brilliant tour guide, local musician Mark Edgar Stuart, he painted the perfect picture of the earliest days of rock and roll. When someone asked me about why I wanted to go on this trip, I responded, "Because this is where the Beatles and Stones *came from*."
Stuart played bits of many seminal songs (the Johnny-Cash dollar-under-the-strings scratch-rhythm guitar-- perfect), discussed various artifacts, and ultimately put us in The Room where the magic happened (and still does). Elvis. Atkins. Jerry Lee. The recordings, it's staggering. Look it up if you haven't already.
As Bob Dylan once sang, but not really, [this works better doing a bad Dylan impression] Larry Mullen's blue sparkle drum kit from U2's Rattle And Hum rests comfortably just beyond the door. I didn't buy three T-shirts, I bought four. [harmonica bleat]
Seriously, thank you.