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In comparison to sustained blowouts like those New Year’s kind of pales. The crew I was with, for instance, had no particular place to go so we piled into a couple of cabs, destination the Howlin’ Wolf, a rock club in the Warehouse District downtown (828 S. Peters St.) not far from the French Quarter. The quirky and delightful singer-songwriter Victoria Williams was onstag backed by the Continental Drifters, a pedigreed band – composed of a dB, a Bangle, a Cowsill (!), a couple of Subdudes and a guy from the Dream Syndicate – that has taken up residence in the Big Easy.
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