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Nevertheless, inviting your year-old son to follow his muse on a road trip -- even though he refuses to let you friend him on Facebook -- is to enter uncharted emotional terrain.

It is to knowingly leap head-first down the rabbit hole of teenage passions, wherever they may lead. Mom," Gabe announced on the flight to Tennessee.

It's part of the experience. Gabe is a member of "The Vault," the record club for rabid Jack fans. As a rock star, White tends his image -- as music critic Adam Gold has observed -- "with the care of a Japanese garden.

It turns out that Vault members are excellent travel consultants: They urged us to get tickets to a concert at the historic Ryman Auditorium, a marvel of intimacy, and turned us on to Yazoo Pale Ale.

As a musician, Gabe relishes the individuality of old-fashioned record stores, "by far more interesting than downloading MP3 albums off iTunes," he says.

In advance of our trip, he promptly drew up a list of every major record store within a mile radius - each one a candidate for Clutterers Anonymous.

By the time we got to Goner Records in Memphis -- aptly named, in my opinion -- I began to identify with all the men who wait for hours outside the dressing rooms at Bloomingdales while their wives or girlfriends examine every ripple in the three-way mirror.

In , my father took to Europe, including London, where I begged to see Carnaby Street, then in all its paisley glory, and visit the rea l Apple store, the one the Beatles opened on Baker Street.

I remember buying a cardboard apple ring there lord knows what it would fetch on eBay. To my year-old eye, the ring went perfectly with my day-glo-striped mini-dress, my dangling blinking-eye earrings and my Mary Quant tights.

In retrospect, Swinging London wasn't so far from Gabe's Nashville. But our trip was different: For six nights, my son and I shared a hotel room -- the reason why God invented bathrobes.

Over the miles, Gabe piloted us by GPS to far-flung barbecue joints my choice and blues clubs his. His chief worry was whether his middle-aged mother would have the stamina for late-night music.

I confess that more than once, especially when it was degrees at sundown, I had fantasies about a leisurely glass of wine in the lobby of the Peabody Hotel instead of being deafened in a beer-soaked bar by a white blues singer in a tight t-shirt.

But in following Gabe's lead, I learned and saw things that, had I had my druthers, would have eluded me. I grudgingly agreed to re-jigger our itinerary for the twice-weekly tour of United Record Pressing in Nashville.

It turned out to be utterly riveting: Not only did we learn how records are made, from tiny vinyl pellets to grooves in a finished album, but we watched operators work the same archaic machines -- they smelled like burning rubber -- that pressed every Motown single and has continued to churn out thousands of albums a day ever since.

The upstairs was a revelation: the s frozen in time, including a party room with "pleather" sofas frequented by giants like Smokey Robinson and the Supremes.

But that history had a sobering side: Hauntingly preserved down to the blonde wood paneling, the company's "Motown Suite" was an apartment created for visiting Motown artists and black record executives who weren't allowed in downtown hotels.

By the time Mississippi rolled around we'd established a road rhythm: I was responsible for us not getting into an accident and Gabe was in charge of the soundtrack Paul Simon as we headed to Graceland, early B.

King as we headed to the superb B. If not exactly a buddy movie -- there were moments when I felt like the chauffeur to Gabe's Miss Daisy -- watching my son doze in the car, as he did as a baby, made me realize how much I have come to rely on his calm, steady presence, so different from my own too-frequent panic.

I thought about the sound of his electric guitar emanating from his upstairs lair, and how, every night as I crawl into bed, I have to ask him to turn the amplifier down.

I considered the melancholy quiet sure to envelop our household when he leaves for college. In the Delta, where the state Blues Commission has erected over markers of important sites, we went in search of three of Gabe's heroes -- Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters and B.

We drove the hallowed byways, the red clay soil scattered over the two-lane blacktop, stopping at Clarksdale juke joints and the Delta Blues Museum, its centerpiece a restored version of Muddy Waters's wood-plank cabin from nearby Stovall.

The little green spec in the picture below is her. If we had a couple more hours we definitely would have hiked around some, but we still had about two hours to our hotel in Lone Pine.

I really want to come back and hike some day. The last day was a beautiful drive through the east California countryside all the way back home to Bend.

Believe it or not, even in mid April we woke up the next morning to several hours of snow in town. Wesley Banks is an author, professional engineer, world traveler, and dog lover.

His latest novel Faith In Every Footstep is now available. Be sure to check him out on Instagram. Your email address will not be published.

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Gabe is a member of "The Vault," the record club for rabid Jack fans. As a rock star, White tends his image -- as music critic Adam Gold has observed -- "with the care of a Japanese garden.

It turns out that Vault members are excellent travel consultants: They urged us to get tickets to a concert at the historic Ryman Auditorium, a marvel of intimacy, and turned us on to Yazoo Pale Ale.

As a musician, Gabe relishes the individuality of old-fashioned record stores, "by far more interesting than downloading MP3 albums off iTunes," he says.

In advance of our trip, he promptly drew up a list of every major record store within a mile radius - each one a candidate for Clutterers Anonymous.

By the time we got to Goner Records in Memphis -- aptly named, in my opinion -- I began to identify with all the men who wait for hours outside the dressing rooms at Bloomingdales while their wives or girlfriends examine every ripple in the three-way mirror.

In , my father took to Europe, including London, where I begged to see Carnaby Street, then in all its paisley glory, and visit the rea l Apple store, the one the Beatles opened on Baker Street.

I remember buying a cardboard apple ring there lord knows what it would fetch on eBay. To my year-old eye, the ring went perfectly with my day-glo-striped mini-dress, my dangling blinking-eye earrings and my Mary Quant tights.

In retrospect, Swinging London wasn't so far from Gabe's Nashville. But our trip was different: For six nights, my son and I shared a hotel room -- the reason why God invented bathrobes.

Over the miles, Gabe piloted us by GPS to far-flung barbecue joints my choice and blues clubs his.

His chief worry was whether his middle-aged mother would have the stamina for late-night music. I confess that more than once, especially when it was degrees at sundown, I had fantasies about a leisurely glass of wine in the lobby of the Peabody Hotel instead of being deafened in a beer-soaked bar by a white blues singer in a tight t-shirt.

But in following Gabe's lead, I learned and saw things that, had I had my druthers, would have eluded me. I grudgingly agreed to re-jigger our itinerary for the twice-weekly tour of United Record Pressing in Nashville.

It turned out to be utterly riveting: Not only did we learn how records are made, from tiny vinyl pellets to grooves in a finished album, but we watched operators work the same archaic machines -- they smelled like burning rubber -- that pressed every Motown single and has continued to churn out thousands of albums a day ever since.

The upstairs was a revelation: the s frozen in time, including a party room with "pleather" sofas frequented by giants like Smokey Robinson and the Supremes.

But that history had a sobering side: Hauntingly preserved down to the blonde wood paneling, the company's "Motown Suite" was an apartment created for visiting Motown artists and black record executives who weren't allowed in downtown hotels.

By the time Mississippi rolled around we'd established a road rhythm: I was responsible for us not getting into an accident and Gabe was in charge of the soundtrack Paul Simon as we headed to Graceland, early B.

King as we headed to the superb B. If not exactly a buddy movie -- there were moments when I felt like the chauffeur to Gabe's Miss Daisy -- watching my son doze in the car, as he did as a baby, made me realize how much I have come to rely on his calm, steady presence, so different from my own too-frequent panic.

I thought about the sound of his electric guitar emanating from his upstairs lair, and how, every night as I crawl into bed, I have to ask him to turn the amplifier down.

I considered the melancholy quiet sure to envelop our household when he leaves for college. In the Delta, where the state Blues Commission has erected over markers of important sites, we went in search of three of Gabe's heroes -- Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters and B.

We drove the hallowed byways, the red clay soil scattered over the two-lane blacktop, stopping at Clarksdale juke joints and the Delta Blues Museum, its centerpiece a restored version of Muddy Waters's wood-plank cabin from nearby Stovall.

In Indianola, where weeds now poke through the sidewalk, we stood on the corner of Church Street, once a hopping hub on Saturday night after a hard week in the fields -- and where a teenage B.

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A faint wisp of moon hovered over the soybean fields. I ended up staying with the dogs while she walked across the dam. The little green spec in the picture below is her.

If we had a couple more hours we definitely would have hiked around some, but we still had about two hours to our hotel in Lone Pine.

I really want to come back and hike some day. The last day was a beautiful drive through the east California countryside all the way back home to Bend.

Believe it or not, even in mid April we woke up the next morning to several hours of snow in town. Wesley Banks is an author, professional engineer, world traveler, and dog lover.

His latest novel Faith In Every Footstep is now available. Be sure to check him out on Instagram. Your email address will not be published.

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