On Halloween night 1992, a skinny, gravel-voiced man in a blue dress and horn-rim glasses took the stage at a tiny Atlanta dive bar/strip club along with his band, The Opal Foxx Quartet (which was not a four-piece; around a dozen people crowded the dark, low-ceilinged space).
This would be their final show, and it's a barn-burner.
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posted by BoringPostcards
on Aug 17, 2012 -
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