If you run a search on Google for "EJ Phillips" and "Bourbon Street," you'll find a couple of hits for a musician who plays a mixture of blues and rock. One night, back in my younger days, I had a few too many at a place called the Funky Pirate, and Mr. Phillips summoned me up to the stage .
Keep in mind I can't sing. I mean I really can't sing. But I was making so much racket applauding his efforts, he figured it was easier to let me embarrass myself on stage than it would be to call me out.
So I went up and sang a couple of songs with him. No clue what either of them were, though I think one may have been a Hendrix tune. The only reason I think that is because his talking voice sounds exactly like Jimi's talking voice.
In any event, I stopped in the next day for lunch, and he came over during a break. "Man, you were so wasted last night," EJ said with his Hendrix-like voice. That's the only part of the conversation I remember today.
EJ had himself some serious dreadlocks. Kind of like Mikki Moore. In fact, back then EJ looked a lot like Mikki does now. So when ever I see a picture of Mikki in the dreads, I'm immediately reminded of a night I've long since tried to forget, but probably never will.
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