Saturday, October 5, 2013

Poster From a Legendary (and sadly, fictitious) New Orleans Performer

Saw Gator Red in a tiny bar on Frenchman Street. Asked him for his autograph but he was so drunk all he could manage was an "X" and a little scribble of a National Steel Guitar. We got him in a cab and told the driver to take him home. Found out later he was rolled and left in Lake Pontchartrain, where we ran into him next day, feeling much better, picking his teeth with some rusted rebar.


  1. I would have believed it all, except for the missing toe.

  2. Everyone knows Gator lost a toe in the famous freight-train hopping incident in Arkansas.