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When I am leading tours, especially in the Italian region of Tuscany, I'm always amazed at how much history we pass on a non-descript road without ever knowing what we are missing. On a seemingly simple one mile stretch of road outside of our friend’s villa in the remote Tuscan countryside one passes historic tombs from Etruscan times (8th Century BC) to a spot where Da Vinci painted a still life, to a mythical cistern from the 14th century to World War II sites with even more history in between. All of this on a stretch of road that 99 out of 100 people would drive by oblivious to what has come before.
In America our established history isn't that old. I remember when I started inviting my Italian friends over here. The first place I wanted to take them to was New Orleans. But it hit me when I was trying to create an agenda for their visit that, at best— as it stands today— New Orleans is only 300 years old. That is brand new when it comes to Italian culture.
We pass
different types of histories here in Mississippi. If one is driving down Center
Avenue in Philadelphia Mississippi, he or she may pass a nondescript building
and think well that's just a shuttered storefront next to a Barber shop across
the store from a payday loan operation. Ten times out of 10 you would pass that
building not knowing there are more than 20,000 unique, historic, and priceless
pieces of country music artifacts and memorabilia inside.
Last week—
in that non-descript spot— I spent one of the more enjoyable and interesting
days I have spent in months.
Maybe I
should stop and give a little backstory here. Bluegrass and country music
legend— and Philadelphia native— Marty Stuart, is a friend. He and I have done
a couple of projects together over the years. I'm sure everyone reading this
piece knows about this Mississippi superstar, but a quick primer for the one
potential person who doesn’t. Marty Stuart is the five-time Grammy winning,
multi-talented, multi-instrumentalist, singer, songwriter, performer, and
all-around great guy who started touring with Lester Flatt when he was 13-years
old. At 19-years old he began touring with Johnny Cash. He married one of Johnny
Cash's daughters and lived next door to Cash for the next three or four
decades. Actually, Marty had Johnny Cash as a neighbor on one side and Roy
Orbison on the other. He has enjoyed an impressive solo career since the mid
1980s and also has encyclopedic knowledge of bluegrass and country music.
In the
early 1980s Marty started collecting country music artifacts and collectables.
He currently owns the largest private collection of country music memorabilia
in the world. He is also in the process, in a joint venture with the city of
Philadelphia Mississippi, in building The Congress of Country Music which will
house that impressive and important collection as well as a performance venue.
Extra
Table, the nonprofit I founded in 2009, hosts a fundraiser every December
called Merry Mississippi. We offer 12 unique Mississippi experiences via online
to raise funds to feed Mississippians in need across our state. Last year Extra
Table executive director Martha Allen and I were in my office brainstorming
ideas for unique Mississippi experiences, and I said, “Let me call Marty.”
I called Stuart
and asked him if he would be willing to give a private tour of his collection
which is currently housed in a climate-controlled warehouse while The Congress
of Country Music is being built. He didn't hesitate. “I can do you one better,”
he said. “Let's schedule the tour around the Neshoba County Fair, and the
winning bidders can join me and be my guests at the new Country Music Marker
unveiling.”
“That
would be great,” I replied. “And I’ll provide lunch afterwards at your
warehouse.” He was on board from the opening request.
The food
development was easy. When I created the menu for that luncheon, I knew it
would need to consist of all cold items. Not only because there was no kitchen
in the warehouse, but because the guests were going to be coming straight from
the Neshoba County Fair which, according to the only time I've ever been, is
hot. Seriously hot. Seriously, like surface of the sun hot. I also wanted to
serve dishes that were representative of my part of the state since the six
guests who purchased the experience were from Utah, Kentucky, and Tennessee.
The meal
started with a Gulf Coast staple, smoked yellowfin tuna dip. I followed that up
with boiled shrimp and two sauces. The main course was a chilled Creole chicken
pasta salad, and I finished the meal off with what is probably my all-time
favorite dessert, fresh summer berries and crème anglaise.
It was a
memorable lunch. We both shared stories, and the guests had a blast.
Years ago,
Stuart and I performed a piece I wrote, “My South,” on a television program. I
read the piece while he softly picked his guitar in the background. On this
day, Stuart made an unexpected request, “Robert, why don’t you read your ‘My South’
piece.”
“Do you have a guitar laying around?” I asked. Minutes later I learned what a
ridiculous question that was. He went into the instrument section of his memorabilia
inventory and pulled out a guitar case in which the name “George Jones” was written
on the side. The day continued to get better and better from that moment on.
Stuart spent
the next two hours showcasing the amazing collection he has amassed over the
past 40 years— handwritten lyrics by Johnny Cash and Hank Williams, personal
letters from Patsy Cline, musical instruments by dozens and dozens of country
music legends, flashy cowboy boots and dozens— if not hundreds— of iconic
country and western outfits made by the all-time clothier to the country music
stars, Nudie Cohen. I was expecting to be impressed, but I was blown away.
It would
take several newspaper columns to describe the joy and amazement I experienced
in those two hours. There was a notable energy in the room of legends past and
present. All one needs to know is, when The Congress of Country Music opens its
doors in the near future, you need to be there.
Marty Stuart
has accomplished many things, and from an early age. But, of all the musical
notes played on all of the stages, and all of the television sets, his lasting
contribution to the world will be The Congress of Country Music here in
Mississippi. We are fortunate that Stuart’s passion will become our blessing.
Many only
think Mississippi history goes back to 1817. But that's not true. Not even
close. Mississippi history goes back thousands of years to the Native
Americans. Especially in the Philadelphia, MS area where the Choctaw Nation has
thrived for more than 2,000 years. In Philadelphia, the Choctaws are keeping
their history and culture alive while Marty Stuart is doing the same thing for
America’s music. God bless them all.
Onward.
Brandy Crème Anglaise
1 cup cream
1/2 cup half and half
1/4 cup brandy
3/4 cup sugar, divided
4 egg yolks
1 tsp vanilla extract
In a stainless steel pot bring the cream, half and half, brandy, half of the sugar and to vanilla a simmer. While it is heating, combine the yolks and remaining sugar in a mixing bowl and whip until pale yellow in color.
Slowly begin adding the cream mixture into to yolks,
stirring constantly until all the milk has cream mixture has been added. Pour
the mixture back into the sauce pot and cook over a low-medium flame stirring
constantly. Cook until the mixture becomes thick enough to coat a spoon or
spatula.
Remove from the heat and cool down in an ice bath. Loosen the cooled and finished base with heavy cream or half and half to get the desired sauce consistency.
Use to drizzle over fresh sliced strawberries, blueberries, and blackberries in a martini glass.
This sauce may be made two-three days in advance.
Yields : 8-10 servings
7 comments:
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Great column. We will definitely make the trip to see the museum. Are there some good restaurants in Philadelphia or a good place where we can get authentic food cooked by the Choctaw nation?
10:58 you should go back to reading Sid Salter and posting on the MSU recruiting board (where you find your excitement).
Ahhhhhh yes, Tuscany. I can remember trots thru the grapevines with my beautiful wifes.......drinking from the spring creeks naked.....errrrrrrr ummmmmmm ? Is Tuscany close to Utica ?
Nothing says "Mississippi" and "country music" like brandy crème Anglaise and cold pasta salad, not to mention sharing your tales of Tuscany with fellow Mississippian (or those from Utah, Kentucky, and Tennessee) jet-setting bon vivants. This may get this comment the hammer, but with Marty Stuart, wouldn't backwoods 'shine and about a kilo of, er, county fair party powder brought in from Miami been a more suitable "warehouse luncheon?" I mean, have any of you tried to do a few rails of crème Anglaise, even with a couple of gallons of brandy to wash it down? In all seriousness, I'm just roasting Marty a bit, but St. John, you've become a pretentious ass and used OPM to do it...crème Anglaise, yeah, uh-huh.
It just hit me what these screeds suggest! It's a mere soupçon (that's a fancy-assed French term) away from Taki's "High Life" in Spectator, but if they were written by Tacky...for the Hattiesburg American...as a paid ad.
Robert St. John’s thinly-disguised ads are suuuuuuuuuuuuper-borrrrrrrrrring to those of us who travel on our own, and who cook Italian dishes ourselves. He has a nice little fat following, but need this website promote him? Oh….duh..,unless RSJ is paying for the propmos
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