For those of you who know me, you know that I like music. A lot. Seems weird that halfway through this trip, the first show I'd catch would be spent mostly sitting on the stoop of my spot in New Orleans. Vaughn's is a tiny bar, and somehow they packed one of the deadliest 8 piece funk bands I've ever heard into that space and let them blow the roof off the mother. I was pretty beat from a long day of ridin', so I took advantage of New Orleans liberal open container laws and enjoyed the show sitting on the steps of the shotgun. Corey Henry & The Treme Funktet, damn those guys can play. What a first day, and introduction to New Orleans. This photo was taken the next morning on my way to the Jazzfest, but seemed fitting for this yarn.