
From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
The Spotted Cat Is Where It's At
I snuck off to New Orleans with Steve Stein and Louise Kripal to listen to Tuba Skinny at The Spotted Cat down near The French Quarter.
Tags: NOLA, New Orleans, French Quarter, Tuba Skinny, Spotted Cat, cool bars in New Orleans, marquisdejolie, jazz, music, entertainment, Frenchmen Street, boogie
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