Jim Dickinson & The Regents: A Memphis Tale

IT WAS ABOUT half an hour past midnight on a hot and humid Sunday evening in late September when your intrepid Bucketfull team, aided and abetted by Memphis Mojo's head-honcho Ross, approached a nondescript fire door, off a seedy alley, in the downtown area of Memphis and knocked loudly three times. Working on a tip-off from the guy who runs Audiomania – a great record store on Madison, in 'Midtown' Memphis – we were looking to find a legend. Well, we hit paydirt.