Last Set At The Pressure Drop
I Can't Help It If I'm Lucky
This all started right around Easter with a song I couldn't get out
of my head—"Casanova" by LeVert. I was sitting on a
green park bench singing it when he sat down next to me and struck
up a conversation so familiar you would have thought we knew each
other from kindergarden. It couldn't have been even five minutes
before he turned and said, "Hey, Sweet, knock me a kiss."
After that we just kept on going. I can't help it if I'm lucky.
Try A Little Tenderness
At Tiny's Fruit Stand, a disintegrating tin-and-plank juke joint, it
is after hours, which means only that we stop drinking B&B or
Blue Ribbon—what we call "legal"—and start on the
homemade white shine-"corn" or "jar." This is
Tiny's idea of protocol; she won't serve the lightning during
business hours. She is huge, beautiful, and counting cash at the bar
with her stoic boyfriend Dimples; "cute" is the word women
use about him. A couple of half-drunks with bleached bouffant
hairdos start singing pretty harmony on "Try A Little
Tenderness," Tiny makes that delicate little movement with her
mouth, and pulls Dimples in close.
Guy Shot at Him, Got Me Right There
"It was on a Sunday afternoon at the Pressure Drop. Band was
playing 'Messin' With the Kid,' fight break out. Everybody was
running, I ran, too. Guy shot at him, got me right there."
"Bust that big leg bone. Laid me up for about six months, then
on crutches. I ain't doing too bad now. Leg give out now and