It's in him, and it's got to come out!
There's nothing quite like New Orleans blues. Late on a humid night, the sounds of guitar, harmonica, bass and drums make the hot air thicken like sweet syrup in a praline pot. For about two years in the mid-eighties, I was one of the chefs in those smoke-filled kitchens we call music clubs. We were Boogie Chillun, dishing out a rockin' blues platter that was best washed down with cold beer.
I created this page to salute my band mates, Jason, Mark and the Creature, and to thank all the fans who came out to our shows. Thank you one and all. You guys made it fun.
Check out the pictures and the stories, then click the Guestbook button to the left and tell us what you think.


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