The streets in the South are alive. People don’t always rush someplace, they don’t just drive around in endless traffic. The streets reflect music in the South. It’s not always muzak or the latest trend blaring out of department stores. It’s music with a soul, handmade and heartfelt. The streets in the South are open and personal. They’re not always as gentrified and sterilized. People work and rest, love, dance and cry in them.
The streets are not only the streets in the South. They are sometimes the squares and the rooftops, the rivers and beaches, the markets or anything else. And sometimes they’re just streets.
And they tell their own stories. Every corner sings one. Little, short stories of life and time.