He only planned to play for a few minutes, but the moon showed up dramatic and the guitar encouraged poor time management. Now Moon Over Memphis has turned an ordinary night into the kind of memory that improves every time it is retold.

Not every beginning announces itself loudly. Some arrive in a private melody practiced far from applause, when ambition still belongs completely to the person carrying it. Before the world hears the music, he must first believe it deserves to travel beyond the porch.