An old song drifted into my mind when I saw this week’s photo challenge prompt:
As I sit and bathe
In a wave of nostalgia
For an age yet to come.Pete Shelley
That thought is perhaps best left dangling like a participle, though there is an oblique connection (trust me, there always is) to these oversized branding signs. They’re part of a past that I’ll never fully understand. I don’t know what DX stands for (I cropped the D out). I can’t even date them.
I used to see adverts and film segments on British TV showing American trucks pulling into American petrol stations, or teenagers hanging out in cars, getting soda from a drive-through that looked like a petrol station. In my naivety, I used to think this was nostalgia – that these scenes were retro-styled, hankering back to a loved, lost past. I didn’t realise it’s like that now. In places.
The present looks different, depending on where you are. American trucks really are L-shaped, with bonnets (hoods) like oversized cars. Sonics exist. No need for nostalgia – if a soda float floats your boat, it’s right here, right now.
But back to the signs and their context. Their bold colours and logos were once deployed to promote things, but today they’ve retired to the country. Together with a lot of old, corrugated tin and reclaimed wood, they now reside at one of the world’s most characterful B&Bs.
To quote the website of the Shack Up Inn in Clarksdale, Mississippi: ‘The Ritz we ain’t’. What they are is a magnet for blues lovers, culture historians – anyone with a creative spirit and an appreciation for the quirky. Visitors experience the pared back – you might even say, the decrepit – as luxury. If your eye likes to play around with colours and distressed textures, you’ll be in your element.
The air hangs heavy with the names of people who have stayed in this place before you: Morgan Freeman, Pinetop Perkins, Ike Turner, Elvis Costello and Tom Waits have all made their way here. And it’s no surprise to see the lyrics “You may find yourself living in a shotgun shack” written on your door. In fact, if there’s an obvious comment for the visitors book, that’d be it. Well, that or “Love Shack”… were all the shacks celebrated in songs actually these shacks, I wonder? No, no, don’t get carried away, Susan. Though there is a very famous crossroads, just three miles up the highway.
It was here that I awoke to the sound of mockingbirds for the first time. We opened the door to listen to them, letting the morning sun stream into the shack. This may seem a very romantic idea to the British (it was romantic, as it happens), although the sound of mockingbirds is nothing like that of the lark.
The air in Mississippi has a sound all of its own.
Does this sound like nostalgia?
Wonderful series!
Oh wow, what a cool B&B! Susan, you’re so talented. I’m loving your blog. I’m particularly loving the 80’s music references this time. 😉
There’s no song like an old song…
I had no idea about this place. Thanks!
It’s the kind of place that thrives through word of mouth recommendations rather than a lavish advertising budget.
Very fun.
This feels very nostalgic indeed. Lovely writing.
Thanks, DesleyJane.
It feels like nostalgia to me and as DJ said, lovely writing.
Thank you!
It sure does Susan – wonderful captures all!
What a masterpiece! Maybe the B&B ain’t the Ritz, but your blog post is! As I’ve said before, you are a nimble word-crafter. And of all places for a bottle tree! What fun this must have been. For me, those petrol signs are definitely nostalgic. Thank you!
I think it’s a Stephanie Dwyer bottle tree – she has a particular style.
Fascinating
Very well written story and great pictures!