“Louise you taught me love I can’t unlearn…”

I always like to pick through the good lines and pop them down in type. Often times it’s the first line. That’s the case here. These boys were a whole lot of fun. They spoke with that authentic southern drawl, the type you ain’t faking, the type you can’t unlearn. They brought their parents and a baby to boot. It was some Beverly Hillbillies’ shit, but we weren’t in no Beverly Hills. We were in New Orleans, where clacking heels and pluckin’ ain’t stranger to no-one, and these boys are local. So it ain’t no great fete that they had’em dancing in the streets. That’s just what’s proper, you know, where they come from.