Going for a pee in this ramshackle house turns out to be an exercise. Careening off of walls and fellow attendees, I feel that I'm not so much walking as being tossed by the rollicking, nearly swashbuckling vibe of the room across the sagging frame of the structure. It reminds me of a blues joint in the sandy pinewoods of northern Florida or a Fifth Ward zydeco club or that... More >>>