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Memphis is a soulful city where history, music, and culture collide, offering unforgettable experiences from Graceland to Beale Street and beyond.
Beale Street is a two-block pedestrian stretch is lined with bars and clubs, each one emanating soulful music.
When I think of Memphis, the first thing that comes to mind is Elvis Presley’s hometown. Naturally, Graceland was a must-visit for me, but this city is so much more than the King’s legacy. With its rich history in music and civil rights, Memphis offers an experience that’s both soulful and enlightening. Here’s how my trip unfolded—a blend of music, history, and some amazing food.
I began my Memphis adventure with a visit to the iconic Stax Museum of American Soul Music, a place that truly embodies the soul of the city. As soon as I arrived in the heart of Soulsville U.S.A., it became clear why this was where it all began during the transformative ’60s and ’70s. Our journey took us from the parking lot, where our trailer stopped, straight to the museum, filled with eager anticipation for what lay ahead.
Upon entering, we were immediately immersed in the rich history of Stax. A short film in the theater introduced us to the humble beginnings of this legendary institution. Once a small movie theater, Stax evolved into a powerful recording studio that birthed the careers of icons like Otis Redding, Booker T. & the M.G.’s, and Isaac Hayes. The studio’s influence on soul music was profound, and this museum honors its legacy in ways that leave you in awe.
As the film ended, we were ushered into rooms filled with history: vintage footage of Stax’s legendary 1967 European revue, Cropper’s famous guitar, and the soulful sounds of Jones’ organ. Isaac Hayes’ gold-trimmed Cadillac stood as a testament to his grandeur, while the Hall of Records, lined with over 1,000 classic hits, offered a sonic journey through some of the most iconic tracks ever recorded. Hits like Otis Redding’s “(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay,” Sam & Dave’s “Hold On, I’m Coming” and “Soul Man,” Eddie Floyd’s “Knock on Wood,” and the funky rhythms of “Last Night” filled the air. The museum even had a dance floor where visitors from all walks of life, from families to international tourists, could groove to the sounds that made this place famous.
Beyond the music, Stax tells the story of the culture that birthed it. Displays offer insight into the origins of soul through the personal items of pioneers like Tina Turner, who rose from the Delta blues culture that deeply influenced soul music. The museum also honors the gospel roots of the genre, with a reconstructed rural church bringing this sacred influence to life.
However, what struck me most was the museum’s closing exhibit: the recreated Studio A. Stax, once the heart of soul music, was destroyed after the studio’s bankruptcy in the 1970s, and the story of its rise and fall is a poignant and heartbreaking one. But the tale doesn’t end there. Thanks to the vision and dedication of the Soulsville Foundation, Stax was reborn. In 1999, efforts were launched to bring a museum and music academy back to its original location. This revitalization stands as a testament to the enduring legacy of Stax, ensuring that the music, culture, and spirit of soul will continue to inspire future generations.
Visiting the Stax Museum was not just a tour of a building—it was a journey through the soul of Memphis, a celebration of the music that shaped generations, and a reminder that sometimes, even after tragedy, great things can rise again.
Next, I headed to The Peabody Hotel to witness the famous Duck March. Let me tell you, it’s as quirky as it is charming. The tradition dates back to the 1930s when the hotel manager and a friend placed live duck decoys in the hotel fountain after a weekend hunting trip—a joke fueled by a bit too much Tennessee whiskey. Today, the ducks march daily to and from the fountain, led by the Duckmaster. It’s such a unique Memphis tradition, and watching those ducks waddle in perfect formation was oddly delightful.
Dinner that evening was at Chez Philippe, located in The Peabody. If you’re in Memphis, you cannot miss this culinary gem. The restaurant offers modern American cuisine with French flair, and as a vegetarian, I was thrilled by the care they took in preparing my dishes. My favorite? A beautifully creamed radish served on an elegant platter. It was a meal to remember, and after indulging in the four-course tasting menu, I retired for the night feeling utterly satisfied.
I started the next morning with breakfast at the Arcade Restaurant, the oldest cafe in Memphis. The avocado toast and coffee were just what I needed to kickstart the day. The laid-back vibe of the place perfectly matched the city’s rhythm.
Next on the agenda: Graceland. As a lifelong Elvis fan, stepping into his legendary home felt nothing short of magical. Elvis purchased Graceland in 1957 at just 22 years old—a colonial-style mansion nestled on 13 sprawling acres, serving as his private retreat from the whirlwind of fame.
We boarded a shuttle with about twenty other eager visitors, ready to cross the street to this iconic estate. While we initially expected a self-guided tour, as advertised on the website, we were pleasantly surprised to receive digital tablets and headphones upon arrival. These interactive devices would serve as our personal tour guides, complete with a warm and engaging narration by none other than John Stamos, the beloved star of Full House.
The tour kicked off at the front entrance of the mansion, where one of the staff members provided an introduction to the history of Graceland—starting with its construction and continuing through Elvis Presley’s final days on the property. She also outlined the tour rules, which were straightforward and respectful: no touching the decor or stepping past the roped-off barriers in certain rooms.
We were given the freedom to take as many photos as we liked, as long as we didn’t use a flash, but video recording was strictly prohibited. However, with most rooms dimly lit, many of my photos didn’t quite turn out as hoped.
Walking through the mansion was nothing short of surreal. It felt like stepping into a space that was simultaneously familiar and entirely new. The tour wound through the front parlor, the basement, leading us outside to the backyard and horse stable, before concluding in a few smaller buildings on the property.
At the start of our journey, we were informed that the upstairs of Graceland is completely off-limits to visitors, including celebrities. Apparently, some have tried to bribe staff members for a sneak peek, but this rule, established by Elvis himself, is still strictly followed. The estate honors his wishes to keep that part of the home private.
Walking through the house, I saw everything from his custom-made long sofa to the Jungle Room, a quirky space with green carpet and tropical decor—designed to remind Elvis of Hawaii. The Trophy Room was my favorite, showcasing his gold and platinum records, Grammys, and iconic outfits like the ’68 Comeback leather suit and his early ’70s stage jumpsuits. The Meditation Garden, where Elvis and his family are buried, was a quiet, reflective end to the tour. It’s a place every Elvis fan should visit at least once.
One of the highlights of the tour was the “Icons: The Influence of Elvis Presley” exhibit. This display celebrated the far-reaching impact of Elvis on music and culture by showcasing outfits and instruments from legendary artists who were influenced by his life and career. As a fan of classic music from the 50s to 70s, I found myself mesmerized by the memorabilia, which included, Elton John’s striking black jacket lined with cheetah fur, a bold testament to his flamboyant style, Jimi Hendrix’s iconic brown suede jacket, alongside his guitar amplifier—a true tribute to the spirit of rock ‘n’ roll, and one of Johnny Cash’s famous all-black suits, a nod to his own legendary presence in the music world
Graceland wasn’t just a home; it was a living museum of music history, a place where Elvis’s legacy continues to shine through the artifacts of those he inspired. The tour not only paid homage to his memory but also provided a deeper understanding of how one man’s influence shaped the musical landscape for generations.
Our next stop was the National Civil Rights Museum, housed at the Lorraine Motel where Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated in 1968. This museum is an emotional journey, starting with slavery and ending with Dr. King’s death and its aftermath. One of the most powerful exhibits was the re-creation of the bus where Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat. Sitting there, hearing the bus driver’s commands to move, was a surreal and moving experience.
The museum is incredibly interactive, with exhibits that let you touch, listen, and fully immerse yourself in history. There’s so much to take in that even after a few hours, I felt like I’d only scratched the surface. It’s a place that stays with you long after you leave.
Then I headed to Sun Studio, famously known as the “Birthplace of Rock ‘n’ Roll.” This is where legends like Howlin’ Wolf, B.B. King, Roy Orbison, and, of course, Elvis Presley got their start. One highlight for me was standing in the same room where the “Million Dollar Quartet”—Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Carl Perkins, and Jerry Lee Lewis—recorded their legendary session. It’s a small space but absolutely packed with history.
In the evening, I strolled down Beale Street, officially recognized as the “Home of the Blues.” This two-block pedestrian stretch is lined with bars and clubs, each one emanating soulful music. I hopped from one to another, soaking in live performances that ranged from blues to jazz and even a little rock. The energy here is infectious—you can’t help but tap your feet and sway to the rhythm.
Memphis is a city that pulses with history, music, and soul. Whether you’re a fan of Elvis, a history buff, or simply looking for a unique travel experience, this city has something for everyone. For me, Memphis was more than just a trip—it was a journey through time and culture, and I left with memories I’ll cherish forever.
