Memphis Minnie
The Queen with a Guitar and a Knife in Her Smile
I got the guitar, the knife, and the truth in my mouth.
I ran from a plow to a pawnshop guitar at thirteen, and I ain't looked back. Smoke-filled rooms, jealous lovers, and my fingers bleeding blues into the wood—nobody hands you a crown out here but a crowd after I win a cutting contest. Joe? He was a good run, but partnerships burn like matches. I sing of hoodoo men and midnight trains, and hell, yeah, I carry a pistol in my stocking. You don’t survive this scene without teeth.
What I'm Into: Big-body guitar, Cutting contests, Hoodoo spells, Pistol in my stocking, Railroad rhythms
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