WELCOME TO CRAWFISH STOMP

Somewhere down a muddy Louisiana backroad, past the cypress trees and Spanish moss, there’s an old roadhouse where the lights stay on and the music doesn’t quit.

Inside, the gumbo’s hot, the whiskey’s flowing, and somebody’s already dancing with somebody they probably shouldn’t.

There’s a stand-up bass thumping in the corner, a harmonica raising hell, a saxophone getting downright indecent, and Capt Len working Stella like she’s got something to prove.

We play swamp blues, New Orleans second-line rhythms, and the kind of music that makes sitting still a waste of a perfectly good evening.

Come on in. Grab a drink. Find yourself a dance partner.

And don’t worry about getting home early.

— Capt Len