Mixing soul, gospel, and a little blues, it’s practically a commercial for the city; here Hughes describes some of his hometown’s many charms.
After having both guitars stolen in 2016, Eric felt low-down and angry; he knew that his funky mood had to be put to an end. In a stroke of defiant positivity, and drawing on all the things he loved about his hometown, Hughes penned this tribute to the Bluff City- and to many of the things that make Memphis a place like no other.
In addition to the tasty drumming by Brian Aylor, and Leo Goff’s bass groove, Walter chimes in with soul guitar licks that draw from his Memphis music upbringing, his Beale Street roots, and the band’s Memphis lineage. The song reminds locals just “down-home hip” the city really is, and also beckons visitors to come enjoy Memphis.
The voices of Reba Russell and Susan Marshall bring the chorus right on home, summoning that uplifting, powerful, sweetness that reminds you of church. Speaking of church, that piano and organ are calling your soul to come back to Memphis… that’s Chris Stephenson on keys.
Those mouth-watering drops of hot sauce are the horns of Art Edmaiston and Marc Franklin, on saxophone and trumpet.