Hodgepodge Lodge

 

Rumor has it this is where it really all started

Hodgepodge Lodge – The ancestral home of the Eubanks family and birthplace of Thomas Dean Eubanks. This would be surely enough, but so much more also lies in store for the curious tourist.

According to some, this was built upon ground that is still held sacred by many indigenous locals due to the artifacts left behind by early earth dwellers who dwelt there on the earth during the region’s pre-hoodian era. Others believe the magic was, and is still, simply due to close proximity with a convenience store run by an owner that doesn’t bother to speak English, much less check IDs.

Hodgepodge Lodge is presently maintained by the City of Memphis, Tennessee, as a historical residence and is open for viewing by the general public on every oddly numbered day of the month when it isn’t otherwise being used as a movie location by folks who can’t afford Graceland. Visitors are encouraged to tip and we provide free RV plumbing hookups for families of 5 or more staying at the nearby Rock City Weekly Rate Trailer Park Campground.

 

This is how the lodge looked at the time this photo was taken.

The indescribably funky emanations¬† were so strong that the photographer recalls becoming affected for the duration of the shoot. “I was affected for the duration of the shoot!” he recalls.


As Thomas has so often said, “If this porch could talk we’d all have to listen.”

All we know for sure is that something happened here but what it is ain’t exactly clear. Whatever it was apparently sparked a musical fire that several therapists have as of yet been unable to extinguish.

The Dreamer? may have left the lawnchair but the dream still lives on!


More evidence of the many urban influences that came together on that fateful porch.

Interesting Trivia: the video security cameras are actually monitored by the family dog who receives an extra treat for every trespasser caught and prosecuted. Bad Dog indeed!

 

Most of all during our visit we were struck with the symbolism exuding from the entire locale.

From landfill to land-full, every new angle we found was a fresh exploration into the imaginations that created this. Especially impressive was the stark lack of symmetry made even more inherent in the retro-intuitive placement of the various decrepit curios and rusty yard art.

When asked about the process that brought it all to fruition so long ago, Thomas stared off into the distance and quietly confided, “We just liked stuff.”

 


by Elinore T. Rathingbone, Newmusic Magazine, Apr 27, 09 edition, Issue 2 Vol 3 Par 5 for a birdie