Even More Memphis Music

My former wiffle teammate, Cory Branan, is releasing his second album, and anyone lucky enough to pick up his first effort, The Hell You Say, knows why it's much anticipated. Anyone who has heard most of the material from 12 Songs (shout out to Randy Newman), knows it's going to be $15 well spent.

We love him here in Memphis. Rolling Stone loved him two years ago, too.

Some sample lyrics, from Whiskey Grove, which will be on the Gangrey CD spectacular when my CD drive regains its mojo.

my mother was dead by the time i was born

in the black of my eyes the gypsy nurse warned

she could already see my path torn between the sun and the moon

so i walked it and i walked it straight

until i passed through so many a gate

that not even the blame and the hate of my father could follow

so roll me into my last shallow bed

use carpenter tacks in the lid

waste not the silk on my head my lover has wove

see that no roses touch my grave

no prayers to a god i never forgave

no final wishes, save that you

bury my body and me down by Whiskey Grove