Juliette and the Licks at New Olreans HOB (10/15)

We took an informal poll on the walk over to the House of Blues, and everyone agreed that Juliette and the Licks, the evening's entertainment at the VooDoo Experience VIP party, would most definitely suck. It wasn't a scientific poll, but things weren't looking good for Ms. Juliette Lewis, the former slightly unhinged actress turned fully unhinged puck rock singer.

I had wrangled some invites to the Southern Comfort party kicking off the two-day VooDoo Fest in New Orleans. We were there mainly for the free booze and the chance to spot a few musicians. Once we arrived we realized that, outside of the Beastie Boys or Frank Black, not one of us could identify today's pop stars. After surveying the scene, we decided that any young man bold enough to hit on the models from Stuff Magazine, who wore tight, cropped t-shirts over their surgically enhanced breasts and jeans that fit as snug as a rubber glove, must be a member of a band. Guys wearing sunglasses and surround by a posse were also suspected of being famous.

Since Southern Comfort was footing the bill, the free drinks were either a SoCo concoction or an Abita beer. Wanting to be a good guest, I tried a drink made by our host. The last time I had Southern Comfort was in high school, and I remember that it tasted like cough syrup. Then again, at that age a shot of whiskey burned like rubbing alcohol. It turns out, though, that SoCo does taste like cough syrup, and mixing it with Coke can't hide that. The best I can say for this brand of booze is that it would get you drunk, but not with the stingy servings offered at the party. I wisely bought an Abita with my second free drink coupon.

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