This site describes itself that I went yesterday to listen to good music.
Halfway Down the Town of Memphis (the "Old Town", as it somehow), is an ode to the American eighties music and Michael Jackson in particular. Raiford's, it's called. A red carpet entry where you can smell the amount of years that has local, and open daily its doors to the delight of tourists, like me, and Aboriginal memphisianos who like a good time.
Upon entering the room, everything is artificial smoke and colored lights, to focus a dance floor (with a bar in the middle of these, to showgirls, that everyone who dances here used at will .) Of course, in the middle of the dance floor, neither drinks nor snuff because it is a bounded area and the entrance is a black almost 2 meters, with a badge and a gun in his belt ...
From the mixer, the great Robert Raiford, which names the site of Michael Jackson songs puts a smile with their 4-5 gold teeth and hanging his wig of curls, clean and green and gold suit, the style of a pop star all the songs comment, vibrates with the music sets, and lets you upload to make pictures with him. He is a star itself. And with her daughter Paula (which takes you to the entrance), runs this place, where the walls are painted with handprints and can be read in rather large letters: "NO DISCRIMINATION."
Of course, a lot of African American girls invade the dance floor. Dance between them and do with the taste of those who feel that kind of music with all his soul, his "soul." One of them wears a birthday and, as a rule, a small tiara bright and the lapel of his denim jacket, hung, fastened with safety pins, a small wad of $ 1, people gave him, to congratulate her.
the other hand, some white girls are celebrating a bachelorette party for one of them. Everywhere, blacks, young and old. They smile when you pass and continue dancing. Here there are no hard feelings.
On one side of the dance floor is a battery. A battery with their sticks, which anyone can play, sit awhile and enjoy hitting the pads. The music is strong enough to listen only battery that touches and those who are closest.
When we left the room, we went to greet Robert Raiford, who with a smile "golden" he shouts through the smoke, lights and commotion "give me five!". And that we, with him and what could be our grandmother (probably his wife or his mother ...), which is next to it.
Leaving, to Beale Street, four police patrol cars in Memphis, run across the street, with lights and sirens, as the speaker warned of the cars, "Beale Street is closed, Get into a club or their cars. Thank you. " Nothing, "pa" home.
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