9/01/2003 01:16:00 AM   [ link ]

I'm a mean and evil gal
ohh, don't you mess with me
I'm a mean and evil gal
no, you'd better not mess with me
I will empty out your pockets
and fill them up with misery

It always surprises me when I go somewhere and find it to be exactly the way people write about it. A million people have written a million times about dark smoky blues bars and how the music grabs you by the soul and won't let go. Somehow when I read about it, I feel like all these accounts must be exaggerated, that the stereotypes can't really exist in real life. That there couldn't possibly be a real place where you can listen to a gigantic black woman with the best voice you ever heard; where they stop the music when the train passes (so you don't miss out on a single note); where the bouncer wears an eyepatch and rain only makes the atmosphere better.

But it does exist; I know because I've been there.

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