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Band, singing harmony. She has a new solo album you need. It’s called I Can’t Wait. Check it out! (www.fayssouxstarling.com/) We had a great time, and after it was over, Colleen, Justin and I did dinner at Sidestreet Pizza, a local legend and an old favorite. I was working at the newspaper when the Capozzis first opened the store and have been a fan ever since. On Friday, March 20, 2015, my friend Rick


Cash (lead singer of The Sil- ver Travis Band, for those of you keeping score at home) picked me up in his groovy- cool Ford Edge, and we set the GPS for Muscle Shoals, Alabama. I had not been to the Shoals in many a year, and was really looking for- ward to reuniting with old friends. Of course the main reason for the trip was my book signing on Saturday night, planned months ago by Sandi Hendrix at Coldwater Books in Tuscumbia. The plan was to get there on Fri- day, chill out and then see the sights on Saturday. After an 8.5 hour drive, including two very


the nicest hotels I have ever set foot in. The staff was great and the accommodations five stars plus. I highly recommend this hotel if you visit the Shoals. Friday night, we went downstairs to Swampers, a really nice restau- rant and bar, where we ate like Kings. There was an artist performing solo, and Rick said, “I think I know him.” I said “No way.” Rick was like, “No, he’s a Facebook friend


Getting a history lesson from Jimmy Johnson inside FAME Studios. (Rick Cash Photo)


long traffic jams in Atlanta, we arrived in Muscle Shoals. Along the way, I had spoken with my old friend Debbie Dixon, an artist manager/promoter who has turned me on to more great music than you can shake a stick at. It was Debbie who scored me a nice, long interview with blues legend Little Milton sev- eral years back. This time, she hooked me up with several artists, including one uber-tal- ented blues man named Alonzo Pennington, who has a new single out called “Why You Wanna Do Me This Way?” The “b” side is equally enthralling, “A Taste of Heaven.” Good stuff. Anyway, it was Debbie who helped hook me up at the Shoals Marriott and Spa, one of


and his name is J. Edwards. At least I think that’s him.” We listened for a while and both agreed


the guy has a unique and great voice, as well as really good songs. I asked the waitress his name and she said, “Oh, that’s Jim Edwards.” Small world. It would only get smaller as the weekend progressed. There is a restaurant located at the top of a


smaller version of the Seattle Space Needle, called The 360 Grille. There was another artist playing that Debbie had said I should go see, but we had already ordered the food. She told me her daughter Beth was up there, and we should meet up and say hi. I had not seen Beth since she was 14, and now she was in her late 20’s. Time flies. So I didn’t get to hear


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