Thursday, November 5, 2009

Andre Williams, One-Eyed Jacks, New Orleans, LA

You know that point in the season when you finally pull out the mower and brush off the dead leaves, fill it up with gas and pretend you checked the oil, and you walk a circle around the thing and yank the cord and the motherfucker starts right up, humming like it has no business still being able to hum? That's what it's like witnessing an old R&B guy with a tight band on a good night, and this was one.

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