
I finally found this little tin shack of a juke joint I've been looking for not far from Bham. It's called Gip's Place, as it should be called because it is in his backyard. Mr. Gip is around 75 and sits by the stage with his wife as various blues musicians transport patrons to another era. I arrived late with non-photo friends and took a few pictures. I'm going back soon, so I'll post better pictures later. Anyways, here's a glimpse.











