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by Lightning Rod » September 17th, 2004, 1:01 pm
the first time I went to New Orleans
it was for three days.
Three months later I finally left
There was music on every street in the French Quarter
and since it's ten feet below sea level
nobody ever sleeps there it seems
the bars never close.
First, I found that if I just pulled my horn out on the street and opened my case, in about fifteen minutes there would be enough money in it to buy a steak dinner or rent a room for the night. What's not to like?
Then I started getting gigs in the little clubs from sitting in. I played for awhile in alternate sets with the Neville Bros when they were just a young brother act and they all wore blue blazers.
I have vowed that one day I will go and spend another season there and rent one of those balcony lofts with the wrought iron grilles in the Quarter and write a decadent play dedicated to Tennessee Williams.
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Lightning Rod on September 17th, 2004, 10:37 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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