|A "must" stop for tourists on Third Street|
I stayed in Baton Rouge, instead of going to New Orleans.
The main reason being that, once in New Orleans, my plans were to do laundry thoroughly, laying the groundwork for my plans to coax Sue to lay next to me.
(Sue refuses to harm mosquitos with chemicals, yet doesn't like being bitten by them, so she sleeps out in the open air, where they are less populated).I then planned to go to the music store on Decatur, where guitar strings are only a dollar more than the ones in Baton Rouge, and then put the strings on, and then play at my spot.
I started thinking of the time involved to do all these things, and factoring in the unknown, like running into someone and talking for a half hour, I decided to stay in Baton Rouge and play, once again at the spot where I had made 52 bucks the night before.
About 17 Bucks
I wound up checking out the spot that I like.
The club up the street has revamped their sound system perhaps and they are blasting music and drowning out everyone except the horn player.
I stood there, on what was my favorite spot until the club up the street started doing that, and decided to walk up the street and play where I am pictured above, on that very same night.
I had about 17 bucks, (minus the one that I actually gave this guy to e-mail me this picture) when I finished.
I am back in Scotlandville. I see no sign of Howard at the boarded up building, yet, I do see signs of the guy who comes and takes our empty cans.I am going to record tonight and then mess around in that area all night and all day tomorrow, and I just hope I don't have a problem with aluminum man...
Out of time: Coming Soon: Rail Hobo Tells Me Exactly How To Hop To Texas After I Smoke Him Up!