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With the hopeful exception of ikahana, most of you probably didn't notice that I tried to make a comeback into the world of livejournal last night. Fueled by St. Bernardus and, uh, little else, I started a somewhat well-intentioned post that descended into gibberish by the end, and in a moment of clarity I decided to delete everything I wrote last night (
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The Muscle Shoals studio "tour" was really nothing more than a 5-minute video and a couple of still photographs, with the bulk of the info coming from direct talk with the engineer. So your time spent there directly corresponds to your level of knowledge. Which can be intimidating if you're just trying to "do" the place but every minute there seemed to open up more questions, pretty surprising considering how unadorned the place is. They're trying to build up the publicity and make it more of a tourist destination, scoring a partnership with Sun Studios (themselves being the only 2 classic studios left in America that are basically the same as they were originally). And while I certainly wish them the best, I really like the subterranean feel of it right now...
And we actually found the Italian place because it was down the street from a Southern restaurant that was coincidentally recommended by the Helen Keller tour guide. It was called the Pickled Onion Family Restaurant, which I found funny because they had two glass doors with the name splayed across it and one of them was pulled open, which reduced the name to "Pickled Family", which indeed sounds like some old PT Barnum attraction. Also, either the Pickled Onion must have been a taqueria in a previous life or else they're very progressive in addressing our even southerner friends, as they had a gigantic "BIENVENIDOS!" permanently painted into the building. But we opted for the Italian place because I decided to betray my roots once more. How about I send you a neighborhood of meat-and-threes for a few espresso stands?
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