Lisa's Leaks – 'Madness In The Magnolias'

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It took a couple of years, but I finally freed up the time and money for Martha’s grand Delta tour.

I drove down from New York City, where my girlfriend was on edge and my dog was depressed, all of us crammed into a tiny Manhattan apartment we couldn’t afford. Wildflowers lined the two-lane highways as I came down through Tennessee and passed a big blue sign saying welcome to mississippi, birthplace of america’s music.

The music was the first thing I knew of Mississippi. As a teenager in London, working back through American popular music, I found my way to Jimmie Rodgers, the pioneer of country-western, from Meridian, Mississippi;Elvis Presley from Tupelo; Ike Turner from Clarksdale; and above all, the Delta blues and the electrified version that Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf and other Mississippians developed in Chicago.

Around the same time, I discovered the novels of William Faulkner, which deepened the mystery of Mississippi in my young mind. Now I drove through the hills around Oxford, which Faulkner had immortalised in a dozen books, and I kept driving west until the hills came to an end, and the road swung me down on to the vast alluvial plain of the Delta, a place unlike anywhere I had seen before.

The sky yawned open and the horizons leapt out. The light turned golden and radiant, pouring down on fields of cotton and corn and soybeans. The land was as flat as the ocean, and as I drove across it, I came across primordial interruptions in the empire of modern agriculture: remnant swamps of cypress and tupelo gum, stretches of thick jungly woods.

It was also a landscape of ruins. Abandoned barns and shacks were being swallowed whole by lush and monstrous growths of Virginia creeper and trumpet vines. Weeds fractured the forecourt of an old gas station with the pumps standing there like tombstones and a loose dog trotting past with his ribs showing.

I met up with Martha in Greenwood, once the bustling, thriving, self-proclaimed cotton capital of the world. Now, like all Delta towns, it was in decline and losing population. We stayed up late drinking bourbon, and she told me about the wonderfully eccentric places she was going to take me.

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