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In comparison to sustained blowouts like those, New Year’s kind of places. 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 quirkey and delightful singer-songwriter Victoria Williams was onstage backed by The Continental Drifters, a pedigreed band – composed of a dB, a Bangle, a Cowsill (!), a couple of Subdudes and a guy from Dream Syndicate – that has taken up residence in the Big Easy.
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