Natchez, MS - Bowie's Tavern

We began today in a huge van barreling up I-55 on our way to Natchez guided by Mavis: the wireless GPS system which is absolutely amazing.  After soundcheck and grub, we found our hotel rooms, lounged about, and pumped ourselves up for the show.  We had no idea what to expect when we arrived back at Bowie's Tavern for showtime.  

Full of our Deep South neighbors, drunks, bored citizens looking for a good time on a Friday night, and, finally, music fans.  Pre-show jitters were accompanied by the police escorting out an angry and intoxicated Toyota mechanic and a "Happy Birthday" request. 

I sat side stage - rather, directly next to Theresa behind the speakers - an unfortunate spot.  Theresa didn't care about her dining fans or those that just didn't understand the whole looping concept; she played anyway.

The crowd brightened up quickly and by the time she played her Sw

edish song (which I was worried about the crowd's response) everyone seemed hooked.

Theresa can work a crowd.  Her dancing, her ability to sing just as loud off the mic as on it, as well as her obvious heart and soul propel the shows.  By the way, she obliged the "Happy Birthday," though not happily.  Her voice and smile said "yes," but her body language said "no, no no." 

Cheap thrills don't come easy, but when you sing a song called Mississippi to a group of steady drinking Natchez, Mississippians, it just works.  One last thought: It seems Duane Allman is alive and well.  He offered Theresa $20 to play a Faces tune (Ooh La La).