The Crevulators
Friday, February 26
Show starts at 10:30
$5 cover
About The Crevulators
Down on Decatur street there's an old dive where the regulars still smoke cigarettes and sip on bourbon and Abita. The checkerboard linoleum is curling up at the edges after having been soaked in the rains of the last great hurricane. Yeah, we all know her name...There's an old jukebox in the corner with "real" singles and a needle that spins Crescent City funk, soul, country, blues and jazz...A dark haze clings to the damp, humid air, a fan spins in the corner, and you can hear a hacking laugh somewhere in back. The vending machine in the entrance still sells Pall Malls, you have to pull a handle to get your pack out. You can barely place the tune on that old wreck of a box, but at that moment the emanating glow might just be the only light you'll ever need...