looking for a good way to kill some time, spend a couple of hours at the Rock n’ Soul Museum. At ten bucks for one adult ticket, it’s a steal. Rich with history and music, I went from having a tepid curiosity upon entering the building, to setting foot back onto the city street feeling a great amount of respect for the museum as well as the town to which it was dedicated. Days later and I’m still floored by the thought of how many great artists and songs came out of the city of Memphis.

I also walked away with a new tune for the station. Evening Melancholy is dedicated mostly to classic jazz ballads, but I’d be a fool not to add Three O’Clock Blues by B.B. King. To me, it is the very definition of Evening Melancholy.