5/5 Frank B. 3 months ago on Google New
Buckle
up,
music
lovers,
'cause
I'm
about
to
tell
you
'bout
a
pilgrimage
that
went
straight
to
the
Holy
Land
of
Southern
sound
–
Muscle
Shoals
Sound
Studio!
This
ain't
just
a
studio,
it's
a
time
machine,
baby.
Walkin'
through
those
hallowed
halls,
I
felt
the
ghosts
of
Aretha
Franklin's
gospel
fire,
the
echo
of
Mick
Jagger's
swagger,
the
groove
of
The
Staple
Singers
still
shakin'
the
walls.
My
kid,
bless
his
cotton
socks,
he
was
wide-eyed
wonder,
soakin'
it
all
in
like
a
sponge
in
Alabama
rain.
Seein'
that
spark
in
his
eyes,
knowin'
he
was
walkin'
where
legends
once
stomped,
filled
my
soul
with
a
melody
sweeter
than
a
Muscle
Shoals
rhythm
section.
The
tour,
y'all,
it
was
an
education
and
a
revelation
all
wrapped
up
in
one.
Our
guide,Terry,
bless
his
storytelling
heart,
spun
yarns
like
Duane
Allman
could
weave
guitar
pickin'.
He
brought
the
history
alive,
paintin'
pictures
with
words
that
made
you
feel
like
you
were
right
there
in
the
studio,
watchin'
Percy
Sledge
belt
out
"When
a
Man
Loves
a
Woman".
And
the
equipment,
man,
those
vintage
mics
and
consoles,
they
held
the
whispers
of
a
thousand
hit
songs.
Touchin'
'em,
it
was
like
shakin'
hands
with
musical
history.
So
next
time
you're
near
Muscle
Shoals,
don't
you
dare
miss
it.
Grab
your
family,
grab
your
soul,
and
head
on
down
to
the
birthplace
of
musical
magic.
Tell
'em
a
music-lovin'
soul
from
Georgia
sent
you,
and
prepare
to
get
your
heart
thumpin'
and
your
spirit
soarin'.
Just
one
word
of
warnin',
y'all:
Muscle
Shoals
Sound
Studio's
gonna
leave
you
singin'
long
after
the
curtain
falls.
And
that
ain't
no
bad
thing,
now
is
it?