Sometime on Friday, before eating at Jacques(alligator
 an andouille cheesecake) and watching
the legend that is Phil Melancon entertain, we found out
the Circle Bar would not be open.

We got an email from the fellow who booked the shows and he
apologized and told us to be at the Saturn Bar on St. Claude by 9
to play on Sunday.

The Saturn is another of those New Orleans institutions that
has been featured in literature and lore, but you can't tell if
it's seen better, or worse days.

That's certainly not an insult, everyone was very cool with us and
the local bands The TinTypes and Blind Texas Marlin forked over
their hard earned money to help keep us on the road.

They also put us on in the middle, between the two local outfits.
That's the right thing to do, if you can.

The bartender/part owner Bridget(?) was extremely nice
to us as well, handin over free beers and dispensing knowledge.

Our boy Twista, offered to play craps with us and also, to box
Blind Texas Marlin and relieve them from their entertainment
duties. He seemed to have some grudge against those
guys. Maybe it was the two trombones.

I thought we played pretty well and we had quite a good time.
The neighborhood can be a bit exciting, but ourselves and the
Cadillac survived.

Also, Phil showed up to see us play, on a Sunday night, what an
awesome guy. Honored.