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Okay, who's up for a roadtrip to Brown's Diner?

fucking John Prine!

and you may see me tonight,
with an illegal smile
it don't cost very much,
but it lasts a long while
won't you please tell the man,
i didn't kill anyone
i was just tryin' to have me some fun

Blackand Blues - 8 hours ago  » 
“We don’t understand that world, and they don’t understand us,” he says. “And we’re perfectly fine with it being that way.”
Love it!

+1

yes it does.

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@theblackkeysfanloungeforumthingy - right on, i'll set up a charity to "get Hokes to New Orleans" haha i'm joking!

Random New Orleans story!

Okay, so I'm nineteen and passing through New Orleans on my way from Biloxi to Houston. At the time, I'm sort of a roving, free-lance criminal, fat on cash, but effectively homeless. (long story) What the hell, I decide to stop in and check out the 'Quarter. Never been there, heard it's nice. Almost immediately I get lost on the crazy-ass streets, say fuck it, pull over and ask some chic for directions. Turns out she's a hooker, and says she'll take me there for thirty dollars and give me a blow job on the way??? I say, how about twenty and we skip the blow job? Cool. Off we go. "What the hell's the Vieux Carre? I wanted to go the the French Quarter!" What an idiot I must have looked like...
So I end up parking somewhere on Canal, make my way down Dauphine, and immediately spot a bar that's got rock music blaring from it. (at 11:00 in the morning... sure not in Ohio anymore...) I go in, have a few drinks, and after awhile come to realize it's a transvestite bar or something? Neat-O. No problem, I've already had a few, and a few more, so what the fuck. I'm only nineteen, and it's all just an experience, right? The chic at the bar's fucking HOT and too bad it's actually a guy, but hey, I'm not really looking to get laid anyway.
I remember asking him what brought on the whole cross-dressing thing? He says "You know, sometimes I just like feeling pretty." Pearls of wisdom, folks. Pearls of wisdom. I can't really relate, but I can't really argue, either.
Anyway, I slam a few more shots and take off. I'm wearing a hoodie, because it's late February, it was a little chilly in the morning, (and I'm also packing a gun.) It's getting pretty hot, and I'm a lot drunker than I realized and I can't take off the fucking hoodie because of the fucking gun. So I ended up sitting down on the grass in Jackson Square and eventually passed out. Passed out in the middle of the 'Quarter, in broad daylight, and I've got a loaded nine millimeter and about ten thousand dollars stuffed down my pants. Oh boy.
I woke up a few hours later, drenched in sweat, head throbbing, with some little black kid poking me to make sure I wasn't dead. He then pulls out a case, busts out a clarinet and proceeds to play me some tunes...
Do I need this shit? But I throw a twenty in the case, which seemed to make his day. I'm mostly glad he didn't rob me...
So I end up checking into a room off of Bourbon, chew some aspirin, drink some water, then head to the hotel restaurant to get some food in me. While at the restaurant, I find myself sitting next to someone vaguely familiar. Can't place him, so I ask. (I'm actually more interested in the girl he's with, who is stunningly beautiful.) Turns out it's an actor named Jean Claude Van Damme.... Neat-O.....I'm pretty sure I've seen one of your movies, bro, but damn, the name escapes me?
So we talk about that for awhile, until he figures out which movie I'm talking about, he asks me if I've ever been to New Orleans, then offers to show me around....
Sure man, let me run up to my room and freshen up a bit, I'll be right back. (Woo Hoo I'm hanging out with movie stars and stuff!) So I go back to my room, eat a few more aspirin, throw on a little cologne, munch down a couple hits of really great acid I got in Biloxi, then proceed to spend the rest of the evening kicking the town with ol' Jean Claude and his hot Czech girlfriend, all the while tripping my balls off. Hilarity ensued.
But a really nice guy. He even taught me a few words in French. Not that I remember any of it.
......

And that's how I was first introduced to New Orleans.

That's an awesome fucking story man. Seriously.