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Well, I wish I was in New Orleans, I can see it in my dreams,
Arm-in-arm down Burgundy, a bottle and my friends and me

Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool and listen
To that tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin "When the Saints Go Marching In",
And by the whiskers on my chin, New Orleans, I'll be there

And deal the cards roll the dice, if it ain't that old Chuck E. Weiss,
And Claiborne Avenue, me and you Sam Jones and all
I'll drink you under the table, be red-nosed, go for walks,
The old haunts what I wants is red beans and rice
And wear the dress I like so well, and meet me at the old saloon,
Make sure that there's a Dixie moon, New Orleans, I'll be there...

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My Blog

Good Night and Good Luck

Yes, it is two in the morning. Yes, I have been drinking. But, standing outside of my house a few minutes ago, during a strange, intoxicated, phosphorescent moment, Little Rock finally felt like HOME....
Posted by on Thu, 06 Sep 2007 00:22:00 GMT

Arkansas Democrat Gazette piece on WWT

This well written story on some of the history of White Water and us getting ready to take over appeared in the last Sunday edition of the Arkansas Democrat Gazette: http://www.nwarktimes.com/sto...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Jan 2007 13:58:00 GMT

Crazy News

So me and a few friends are taking over the White Water Tavern in Little Rock on February 1st, after signing a two year lease. This is crazy, wild news. Read more about it here:http://localistonline.b...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 17:46:00 GMT

Last Tuesday Night

Last Tuesday evening found me driving to the liquor store all alone, listening to Bruce Springsteen, and pondering the fact that he once said, " In some ways, Ramrod is the one of saddest songs I eve...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Apr 2006 14:49:00 GMT

Days of wine and shouting.

Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . by Charles Bukowski we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butterflies...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Mar 2006 16:16:00 GMT

EULOGY

Did you catch Reverend Joseph Lowry's eulogy for Coretta Scott King? I keep being drawn back to this, and generally watch this clip several times a week because it's so beautiful and inspiring.....>" ...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Mar 2006 13:27:00 GMT

An Immaculate Drunk

Okay, so I totally just found this poem on some other random kid's page. And I've never even read any Dostoevsky. But the girl that I'm in love with's father has read massive volumes of his writing. D...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Feb 2006 21:59:00 GMT

Hitchhiking, Lucero, and me almost going out like a punk: My weekend in way too many words.

Seeing as how my car only cost $300 dollars and probably wouldn't make it to Fayetteville even if I tried, I decided to thumb it up there over the weekend to see Lucero play and hang out with my buddy...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jan 2006 19:07:00 GMT

" We Can't Make it Here "

This is undoubtedly one of my new favorite songs. James McMurtry is a fucking brilliant songwriter, and he's going to be at Sticky Fingerz in Little Rock on Nov. 8th. Check out these lyrics while you'...
Posted by on Thu, 27 Oct 2005 11:47:00 GMT

Death In The Cool Evening

Frank Stanford is one of my favorite poets. He died after shooting himself three times in the chest in Fayettville in 1978. He was twenty-nine. He was a fucking great writer, and Arkansas is written a...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Oct 2005 09:18:00 GMT