I'm a New Orleans junkie...I simply cannot get enough of the city. I make at least one trip a year, and have tried (several times) to convince Mrs. Satisfied to move there. She claims we would turn into alchoholic sloths spending our nights (and days) in dank music halls. Sign me up, says I. Alas, it's not to be, at least not now. So to make due I scout out obscure NOLA funk, r&b, and soul around town in record stores and online.If . . .
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