- Way Down
- Suspicious Minds
- Burning Love
- Life
- Blue Moon
- Mystery Train
- That’s All Right Momma
- All Shook Up
- My Happiness
The Executive Producers for Memphis Weirdos are Omnivore Recordings and Michael S De Mita
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The Executive Producers for Memphis Weirdos are Omnivore Recordings and Michael S De Mita
The Executive Producers for Memphis Weirdos are Omnivore Recordings and Michael S. De Mita.
Memphis Weirdos is heard all over the world, every Sunday on WRMI, 15770 kHz at 2000 UTC.
A few weeks ago I asked several musicians for Christmas music to play on Memphis Weirdos and well, only one delivered! So, here is True Sons of Thunder singing Ding Dong, its Christmastime! I also give you my top 5 Christmas movies! I hope you enjoy. Merry Christmas!
Memphis Weirdos, Nothing but.. is heard all over the world every Saturday on WRMI, 7780 kHz at 2130 UTC.
The Executive Producers of Memphis Weirdos are Omnivore Recordings and Michael S. De Mita.
I got a text from Scott last night that read, Shawn Cripps died in a wreck yesterday. Sucks. There isn’t a great way to break that kind of news. Scott and I play music together and the text was sent to the band we play with. Ross, who is also in the band with us said it best last night, Shawn’s muse never ran dry. If you’ve listened to Memphis Weirdos for any length of time, you know that I play The Limes often. I think Shawn was one of the best songwriters in Memphis. Shawn was killed in an accident in Missouri on Sunday morning. He was 54.
Memphis Weirdos is heard all over the world every Sunday on WRMI, 15770 at 2000 UTC.
The Executive Producers for Memphis Weirdos are Omnivore Recordings and Michael S. De Mita.
Heard all over the world on WRMI, 15770 kHz
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On a sunny afternoon, walking from the university back to my apartment, I see Elvis’s face stickered on a lamppost. He is smiling and wears a cowboy hat. Here, in Texas, I often hear Elvis’s music drifting out of the bars and see his face stenciled on crosswalks. Elvis is everywhere. He is the ghost story in Mystery Train. He is Val Kilmer in a mirror talking to Christian Slater in True Romance. He is the blue eyed skinny southern son in a shack in Tupelo, the hunk a hunk of burning love in leather, the jailbird rocking in stripes, and the soldier off to war. He is bloated and beautiful. A player of racquetball. A lover of pills. He sings the slow and best version of “Blue Moon.” I live in Denton, Texas now for a belated stint in graduate school, but Memphis is where I am from. Memphis is home. Yet, I’ve only been inside Graceland once when a friend of my sister’s, a New Yorker, was passing through. Most Memphians have never been inside the mansion of the King, but practically every member of the older generation, the parents of my generation, have an Elvis story. My mother has a few.
My family on my mother’s side is from Tupelo like Elvis, but they didn’t know him then. It wasn’t until after my family settled in Memphis and my oldest aunt attended Humes High that the Elvis stories began. My aunt smoked cigarettes with her bright red lipstick smudging the filter. Her hair swooped up in a blonde beehive, and her cat eyes sizzling the heart of teen boys. She had a car and drove her best friend plus the dorky boy that lived a few blocks away to school with her. The boy dressed funny, talked funny, and was painfully shy. She made him lie down in the backseat so no one would see him in her car. That boy was Elvis. By the time Elvis shook his hips all over national TV, my aunt was married and working as a custodian at Baptist Hospital, the hospital where Elvis would have his own private wing, the same hospital where he was pronounced dead in August of 77, a month after I was born.
While I enjoy the stories about Elvis, Memphis is more than just the King to me.
During this era of Memphis music history, most of the world thought of Elvis and his recent comeback in 1968. But as you’ll witness in this documentary, the actual Memphis was quite different.. Thanks to Fat Possum Records and everyone who worked on this and released yesterday.