Saturday, Josh and I went to Shreveport to visit our good friend, Jill. She moved back there almost a year ago, and being the procrastinators that we are, we just now got around to visiting her.
Before leaving Texas, I had Josh try some sweet tea from Golden Chick. I think I made a dent in his nonsweetteadrinking armor.
Since Josh had never visited Louisiana, we stopped to get him a souvenir shirt. I bought one, too.
Jill took us to many places and introduced us to many friendly people. We discovered that rent is really, REALLY, cheap there. We're thinking of ditching this high-price city and opening our own club in Shreveport. Not really. Okay, maybe.
We even saw a blue crawfish at her friend's house.
Here is the Municipal Memorial Auditorium, home of the famous Louisiana Hayride where several artists such as Elvis Presley, Hank Williams, Johnny Cash and George Jones got their start.
We went to a bar/club to hear a couple of bands. NOTE: DFWd bands, go play Shreveport. The citizens crave some outside of the city entertainment.
First on deck was The Peekers, a more folky version of ABBA. They had great harmonies, and I'm sure if they were located in Denton (or maybe even Dallas), all the hipsters would be falling over themselves to support them.
Next was the incredible Dirtfoot, who describe themselves as "a dose of Gypsy punk country grumble boogie." That pretty much sums it up. I tell you, this whole "world indie" genre is going to blow up big within the next year, and Dirtfoot will be there leading the charge. Imagine Man Man growing up in Louisiana; that's a good description.
(Okay, it appears I'll have to show more pictures tomorrow, since Blogger is being a bitch and not letting me upload anymore. Part II tomorrow; you've been warned.)
Song of the Day Dirtfoot live at the Municipal performing "My Girl"