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Horoscopes

Aries (21 March - 20 April):Don’t be concerned when your opinions are questioned. The rea-son you said what you said is be-cause you know you’re right. Stay the course when expressing your-self. Who knows better than you?This week: Remind someone close to you how right you are. They’ll thank you for it later.

Taurus (21 April - 21 May):You might be feeling anxious over recent events. Focus on this. Your de-cisions in the next few days are critical. They are set to dictate the remainder of the year. Nothing is more impor-tant than your current insecurities.This week: Think about last week.

Gemini (22 May - 21 June):Your duality is showing this month. You are feeling two ways on most things, and this is starting to become obvious to the people around you. Freely feel both ways.This week: Listen to yourself.

Cancer (22 June - 22 July):Moon Children be wary this month. October will expose your deep personality defects. All of them. Watch for patterns to appear in social missteps.This week: Stay inside. Avoid people.

Leo (23 July - 22 Aug.):Mercury’s retrograde will inspire you to artistic endeavors, but don’t be distracted from your business life. October and November are too important to your comfortable career. December and January, too.This week: Take your work home.

Virgo (23 Aug. - 23 Sept.):It’s a good month for spending. Investment in material things will pay dividends.This week: It’s never too early to start putting off payments.

Libra (24 Sept. - 23 Oct.):Communication is invaluable this month, but avoid face time with family and friends.This week: Use your thumbs.

Scorpio (24 Oct. - 22 Nov.):Delegate your tasks this month. Expect someone looking to pass the buck. It’s you.This week: Call in favors.

Sagittarius (23 Nov. - 21 Dec.):They’re gunning for you, Sagittarius. It’s open season on your emotions this month. They’ll mean what they say.This week: Self love.

Capricorn (22 Dec. - 20 Jan.):The things you can’t have are still out of your reach. Your planning paid off last month. You didn’t notice.This week: Check your pockets before laundry.

Aquarius (21 Jan. - 19 Feb.):The more often you say “no” this month, the less often you’ll be bothered. Prepare convenient excuses ahead of time.This week: Remember where you said you’d be.

Pisces (20 Feb. - 20 March):There’s someone close to you who isn’t playing for your team. Be open with your skepticism. Confronta-tion is a form of communication.This week: Walk slightly behind people.

Miss Coco Speaks: A guide to your most basic need for patterns.

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Bon Temps Burlesque: The Art of SexyJerry Underwood [email protected] The word “burlesque” invokes thoughts of smoky rooms, thick velvet curtains and scantily clad women baring their bodies.

But that’s not where it started, and Courtney Young of Bon Temps Burlesque is taking the performance theatre back to its roots. With her neo-burlesque troupe of over twenty performers, Young focuses on a “more gentleman-like” atmosphere with no stripping and instead a decidedly sexy spin.

Young started Bon Temps in 2010 with friend and co-founder Wanetah Walmsley as a fundraiser for the North by Northwest Louisiana Music Foundation. With the success of the show, “Tribute to Fannie Hill’s Big Burlesque Company,” the two soon realized the venture should continue.

A career dancer with a Bachelors of Arts, Young became an entrepreneur and community activist, performing for causes ranging from breast cancer awareness to AIDS. Young’s consistent

message throughout each show is concern for her ladies.

“Empowering women is a big deal,” said Young. “We look for _WUMV�_PW�IZM�KWVÅLMV\�QV�\PMU[MT^M[�IVL�\PMQZ�JWLQM[��;PIXM�and weight aren’t factors.”

Young also doesn’t discriminate on age, artistic background or formal training. “There are women in this group from all walks of

life. We have college students, a law enforcement WNÅKMZ�IVL�I�VM_�UWU�º�

What matters are a strong drive and a positive body image, which Young never fails to provide. In essence, Bon Temps Burlesque is all about the art of the sexy.

Bon Temps will perform its sixth show, “Deadly Intentions,” Oct. 24 - 26 at Chicky’s Boom Boom

Room, located at 205 Texas St. Tickets are $20 in advance on Tick-etLeap or $25 at the door. Doors open at 6 p.m., and the show runs from 7-9 p.m. For more information, visit bontempsburlesque.com.

Bon Temps Burlesque/Photo by Aw, Snap Photography

��,MIZTa�JMTW^ML��_M�TIa�\W�ZM[\�*MIZ¼[�.IQZÅMTL��_PQKP�KTW[ML�Q\[�doors at the beginning of this month.

Though Bear’s has gone through various owners and name changes over the years, it has always been known as a local music P]J��AW]�KW]TL�ÅVL�UWZM�TQ^M�U][QK�WV�IVa�OQ^MV�_MMSVQOP\�\PIV�most bars had on the weekend, making it a great meeting spot for music lovers and musicians alike.

“I saw some of my favorite shows this past year at Bear’s,” said regular Brian Whittington. “It is truly a shame that they closed down.”

I think people came for the music as well as the general vibe of the bar. The family-like atmosphere is one of the qualities this bar had that other bars didn’t. The deep feeling of loss from the welcoming atmosphere alone was truly evident on closing night; everyone knew they would miss it.

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Alexandra McCullough, Chelsea Norman, A.J. Haynes and April Smalley performed acoustic sets while everyone enjoyed munching on a giant cookie cake with “LOOOSE!” written on it. The bar sold out of most of the liquor by the end of the night, and you could buy any drink left over for just three dollars.

Most of the crowd seemed to stay right up until last call as a good way to say farewell to a great bar.

Who knows what the next chapter for Bear’s will be? It could ZMWXMV�[WWV�_Q\P�I�VM_�W_VMZ�WZ�[\Ia�KTW[ML�QVLMÅVQ\MTa��1\�R][\�shows the importance of supporting local businesses, especially those that support the music scene. Only a handful of places regularly book local bands, so go out and catch a show whenever you can. A new bar called Hot Shots, located at the intersection of Olive St. and Centenary Blvd., has decided to take the remainder of the shows Bear’s had on the books.

Keep an eye out for their music schedule in the near future, and hopefully I’ll see you at one of their shows.

What: “Deadly Intentions” Presented by Bon Temps Burlesque

When: Oct. 24 - 26Where: Chicky’s Boom Boom Room

Tickets: bontempsburlesque.com or $25 at the door

:M[\�1V�8MIKM��*MIZ¼[�.IQZÅMTL�Chris DeRosia [email protected]


Halloween Spirits: pick your poison Christine Bradley

��1�LWV¼\�ZMUMUJMZ�_PMZM�1�Å�Z[\�[I_�*I[[�4QVM�*]U[��1¼U�[]ZM�Q\�was in some tiny venue that shouldn’t have actually been a venue along with a handful of Shreveport punks and confused bystanders. Either way, it was the start of a great relationship between these Austin punks and the music patrons of Shreveport.

Bass Line Bums are a refreshing change of pace to the Shreveport punk timeline. Their brand of poppy punk-rock-and-roll calls back to the sounds of the old time rock and roll that Bob Seger must have been talking about, as well as taking on a modern edge and speed. Quick simple drum beats and formidably fast guitar lines back up a duo of singers and wonderfully rough harmonies. This is not the type of punk that everyone wants to hate, with screaming vocals and sloppy guitar riffs (which to clarify, I love). Is it fast? High en-ergy and slightly pissed off in a playful way? You bet. Its classic ‘90s punk, reminiscent of early Rancid and Op Ivy, with a new edge that you have to see to understand.

Live, this band rivals any rock and roll band out there. No giant foam monsters, no fake blood and no costumes, Bass Line Bums

XTIa�I�[\ZIQOP\�NWZ_IZL�[M\�Å�TTML�_Q\P�IVO[\�IVL�N]MTML�Ja�\PM�energy of the band members and crowd alike. Meredith Kaufman of Panama City News Harold points out that, “[The] collaborative attitude and zone the band gets into once they have begun playing pushes their live shows to the edge. Bass Line Bums tries to inspire the audience to get into the music and then the two feed off each other…” The Austin Chronicle puts it more simply, “Pure Energy!”

Sounds cool, right? Well, you’re in luck. This Halloween, Bass 4QVM�*]U[�_QTT�JM�JIKS�QV�;PZM^MXWZ\�NWZ�\PM�Å�Z[\�\QUM�[QVKM��at Fatty Arbuckle’s. I know I said there were no costumes, but let’s make an exception of this one. Local surf-psychedelic-dinocore band Don’t Forget Your Dinosaur, who are worthy of an article of their own, and newcomer Vs. the She Beast will support the Bums WV�_PI\�Q[�[]ZM�\W�JM�I�PWZZQÅ�K�IVL�I_M[WUM�M^MVQVO�WN �UI[SML�tricks, treats and tunes.

These guys got their start in Del Rio, Texas in 2005. They XQKSML�]X�IVL�UW^ML�\W�)][\QV�QV��IVL�ZMTMI[ML�\PMQZ�Å�Z[\�-�8��“Out on the Town.” Months of touring and a band member or two later, core members, Joseph and Marc, and a new drummer found themselves signed to Splatterhouse Wreckords out of Tacoma, Washington. Splatterhouse is home to a number of great rockabilly, psychobilly and punk-rock-and-roll bands and put out Bass Line Bums’ new full-length “Gettin’ By” in 2012. Now they are back on the road for their Trick or Treat 2013 Tour.

Bass Line Bums could make a good night for a variety of music lovers. Whether you’re looking for something fast and fun, something with melody and rhythm or just want to see a few guys X]\�WV�WVM�PMTT�WN �I�[PW_��aW]�_QTT�Å�VL�[WUM\PQVO�QV�\PMQZ�[M\��

Catch Bass Line Bums and locals Don’t Forget Your Dinosaur and Vs. the She Beast Thursday, Oct. 31 at Fatty Arbuckle’s, 450 Clyde Fant Parkway, Shreveport, La. Show will start at 9:30 p.m. for those 21 and up.

Bass Line Bums return to Shreveport stage Spencer Teekell [email protected]

Celebrate the Halloween spirit this year with spooky seasonal cocktails – a great way to treat your inner kid, but still party like an adult. Mix a delicious recipe yW]Z[MTN��IVL�Å�VL�W]\�_PI\�TWKIT�JIZ\MVLMZ[�IZM�[MZ^QVO�]X�NWZ�\PM�PWTQLIa��

BlWWLa�;]VZQ[M"�DeKuyper puts a killer twist on a tequila sunrise.1.5 parts Hornitos Plata Tequila1 part DeKuyper Blood Orange Liqueur1 oz. fresh orange juice2 splashes grenadine

Nutty Pumpkin on Fire:�)�X]UXSQV�[IKZQÅ�KM�\W�\PM�_PQ[Sa�OWL[�\PI\�¹\I[\M[�like heaven, burns like hell.”1.5 oz. Fireball Whisky.5 oz. pumpkin spice liqueur.25 oz. hazelnut liqueurShake and pour over ice into rocks glass. Garnish with cinnamon stick, and sprinkle nutmeg on top.

Caramel�+IVLa�)XXTM" Smirnoff ’s adult tribute to a traditional, childhood treat.1 oz. Smirnoff Kissed Caramel vodka.75 oz. apple juice.25 oz. cranberry juice

Shake and strain into shot glass.

Malibu Black Bite: Surprisingly infectious, Malibu embraces their dark side with this higher proof, less sweet rum.1 part Malibu Black rum1 limeCinnamon sugarPour chilled Malibu into shot glass. Dip lime in cinnamon sugar for garnish.

Jägermonster: You can run, but you can’t hide.1 oz. Jägermeister5 oz. orange juice1 splash grenadine

FIND IT LOCAL

If you’re not into at-home mixology, several bars in the area are serving their own Fall and Halloween-inspired beverages. Check out what a couple of local bartenders are mixing up for the season:

Marshmallow in the MistKelsey Dangeau – Ivan’s Pub, 2013 Market St.Whip cream vodka, Kahlua, Crème de Cocoa with a splash of Frangelico hazelnut liqueur and cherry to garnish. A rich and creamy treat that still packs a punch. Enjoy the luxurious taste in the t-shirt-and-jeans comfort of a favorite local dive bar.

Ivan’s Pub is open 4 p.m.-2 a.m. Mondays-Fridays and 7 p.m.-2 a.m. Saturdays. Happy Hour every Monday through Friday 4 p.m.-7 p.m. with $1 off all liquor (excludes scotch); $1 off pitchers, domestics and imports; and 50¢ off pints.

Pumpkin Spice MartiniMichael Bolton – Vintage Wine Bar & Spirits, 6535 Line Ave.Absolut Vanilla vodka and Fulton’s Harvest Pumpkin Pie Cream Liqueur, with a sprinkle of nutmeg on top. Like the Halloween version of eggnog at Christmas. Smooth and delicious, this cocktail is more like dessert.

Vintage Wine Bar & Spirits is open 4:30 p.m.-11 p.m. Mondays-Thursdays, 4:30 p.m.-1 a.m. Fridays and 5 p.m.-1 a.m. Saturdays. Happy hour is Monday through Friday 4:30 p.m.-7 p.m. and includes complimentary cocktail meatballs and pizzabread, starting at 5:15 p.m. Vintage is also a cigar bar; be sure to ask about their unique selection.

*Photos courtesy of dekuyperusa.com, smirnoff.com and Christine Bradley

Photo courtesy of reverbnation.com/basslinebums


Lee’s Lounge has been conveniently tucked away at its current location behind Tiki Bar & Grill on East Kings Highway for 29 years. Often overlooked for its counterpart, Lee’s is a bar like so many others in our area with a unique story.

The lounge was founded by Lee Wright in 1977 in the Fountain Towers, now called the Highland View Apartments at the QV\MZ[MK\QWV�WN �.IQZÅ�MTL�IVL�7TQ^M�;\ZMM\[��1V��! ��4MM¼[�ZMTWKI\ML�to its current location on East Kings Highway.

��1N �aW]�M^MZ�Å�VL�aW]Z[MTN �_ITSQVO�QV\W�\PM�WTL��_PQ\M�XIQV\ML�doors with red trim you’ll discover what you’d expect in any local dive bar: loyal patrons, familiar bartenders and an owner who loves to knock back a couple drinks and happens to enjoy music as much as anyone in the city. You’ll receive good service and a stiff, cold drink.

Now, one thing you cannot overlook at Lee’s is the stage. It is the Å�Z[\�\PQVO�aW]�VW\QKM�_PMV�aW]�\ISM�aW]Z�Å�Z[\�[\MX�QV\W�\PM�LWWZ��.TI\�and black, with the lounge’s namesake lit up distinctively on the wall behind it. It is a stage which over the years has seen its fair share of performers: ranging from mild music enthusiasts to outright legends, all with an intense passion for what they do. In fact, you can witness all of the above in one sitting at the bar’s Monday Night Blues Jam.

For 25 consecutive years Lee’s has hosted the jam, which was started by Shreveport native and Grammy-nominated Jerry Beach. Beach is in the Louisiana Blues Hall of Fame, and his savory guitar playing has kept the Monday Night Blues Jams a constant affair. Through the haze of cigarette smoke and clinking beer bottles, audience members varying from businessmen to college kids to KWV[\Z]K\QWV�_WZSMZ[�OZWW^M�\W�I�UMZZa�JIVL�WN �UQ[Å�\[�RIUUQVO�onstage.

In the stage, there lies a hidden, but all too real story of tragic proportions. This same stage, where generations of musicians have been getting their early week rocks off, has been the site of not one J]\�\_W�NI\ITQ\QM[��\PM�Å�Z[\�WN �_PQKP�JMQVO�\PM�JIZ¼[�VIUM[ISM"�4MM�Wright.

��?ZQOP\�_I[�I�Å�VM�UIV��Ja�ITT�IKKW]V\[��*M[QLM[�NW]VLQVO�\PM�JIZ��Wright had a family, loved music and was inducted into the Louisiana Hall of Fame in 2002. He died onstage in 2004 of a fatal heart attack. Shortly after his death, his wife sold the bar to loyal patron Barbara Hester.

It has since been rumored that Lee’s spirit may have never left his beloved bar; accounts of his spirit haunting the lounge have echoed through the building.

The second unfortunate occurrence happened just a couple years ago. Melvin “Kid” Mimms, a drummer for Jerry Beach for many years, died while playing at the blues jam also from a heart attack. Kid was one of those guys that made you feel like everything was alright. He was laid back, charismatic and one heck of a drummer.

After Kid’s death, the rumors of a cursed stage at Lee’s began.

The jury is still out on the matter of the haunting and the doomed stage. All one can truly say is that on one hand, a man died in his favorite hangout and business; on the other hand, a man died doing what he loved. Despite these deaths, the show has gone on for an audience that continues to support the musicians onstage.

��<PM�NIK\�Q[��;PZM^MXWZ\�VMML[�JIZ[�[]KP�I[�4MM¼[��<PMa�ZMÆ�MK\�\PM�faces of the city. You can go there any day of the week, excluding Sunday, and check out the bar and its entertainment for yourself. Enjoy a nice, stiff drink and talk to somebody interesting - perhaps a regular who has their own side of the story to tell.

Certainly, superstition aside, you can walk into Lee’s Lounge on a Monday night and enjoy some good music.

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A Moment With Basil my cat.

by Delaney Beck


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own mind. It is a story that no one knows, and how we have arrived here is as much a mystery as the events which are about to take place. So gather your nerve

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I arrived at my home hours later but could not remember how long or how far I had walked. In fact, I could not remember what PIL�X]\�UM�QV�\PI\�[\ZIVOM�XW[Q\QWV�QV�\PM�Å�Z[\�XTIKM��?PMZM�_I[�I, and how did I get there? Had I been running from something? Had I drunk too much? I had been having memory lapses, random blackouts that I could not seem to control, and I cannot remember when they started.

I instinctively made my way into the shower and turned on the water. It burned my skin as I attempted to cleanse all the disgusting memories, or lack thereof, from my body. This seemed comfortable only because I knew that once all of this had washed away, it would never happen again. For a moment, I was reminded of what cleanliness and clarity must feel like.

As I was thinking this, I noticed something. There were large black patches of what looked like caked-on grease or oil all over my forearms. I had not noticed them before. They must have been covered up by all the leftover swamp. They were very prominent on both of my forearms. Each arm had two or more groups of these spots clustered together. They were not much larger than a half-dollar and raised off my skin almost a quarter of an inch. I tried scrubbing them off with a scouring pad, but they would not move. No residue or particles would even separate from them. I tried picking at these scab-like structures to no avail. I was perplexed and \MZZQÅ�ML��?I[�1�PI^QVO�[WUM�SQVL�WN �ZMIK\QWV'�,QL�1�KWV\ZIK\�[WUM�disease; was there some unfamiliar parasite that lived in that musty bog? After no success in trying to purge myself of all the uncertainty of that night, I admitted defeat and succumbed to a ^MZa�]VN]TÅ�TTQVO�[TMMX��1�LQL�VW\�LZMIU�

An hour late for work, I sprang out of a deep sleep. I made sure to grab a long-sleeved t-shirt to cover up those strange markings. It was a miserably hot day in the sun, and I had to consume an ungodly amount of water to keep from suffocating in that damned shirt. I was so dehydrated I could not muster even one drop of sweat. In Hell and suffering from the injuries and lack of sleep, I could not get my mind off what could have happened the night before. Everything seemed distant and irrelevant in relation to my need for an explanation. I kept picking at those black marks; they were driving me crazy. I had to get rid of them.

I had not told anyone about what was going on. To be honest, I was embarrassed and just wanted it to go away. When I got home I realized I needed to pay proper attention to some of my more serious wounds. After a laborious trip to the drugstore, I had a veritable trauma room worth of supplies. Considering the stubborn nature of the black marks; I picked up a gallon of bleach. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

All was going well. I had covered my arms, legs and torso in calamine and tended to the thousands of raised, throbbing insect bites. White bandages with dots of red seeping through wrapped around my feet and ankles. I was sterilizing everything with peroxide and alcohol, when my attention turned to the

uncomfortable alien features on my forearms.

All my industriousness ceased. I was mesmerized by their mys-tery. I stared into them like a crystal ball – captivated. They seemed to hold the answer to all that my concentration had been on since the day before. I realized my obsession with the curious structures. I had been picking at them all day, rubbing them through my shirt and feeling their rough, intriguing texture. They were marks of hav-ing done something unknown and marks of having been exposed to something toxic, perhaps mystical – something I would never know. And now I was contemplating destroying them.

A swift break in my concentration and I derailed my train of thought, poured the bleach down the top of my arm and let it run into the sink. It was more painful than I thought it would be as I RMZSML�JIKS�IVL�\WZM�Ua�PIVL�WXMV�WV�\PM�NI]KM\��*TWWL�Æ�]VO�WV\W�the mirror while I gritted my teeth and punched the wall out of frustration.

After the initial pain of the bleach, I noticed that there was a secondary, more pertinent pain coming from under my skin. Under the marks. It felt like one million tentacles with teeth piercing into my epidermis and even deeper into my dermis. It was attacking me. It was burying itself into my arm. It was obvious to me at this XWQV\�\PI\�Q\�LQL�VW\�_IV\�\W�JM�ZMUW^ML��1�KTMVKPML�Ua�Å�[\�I[�PIZL�as a rock and broke it, pushing blows through the sheetrock walls. I became hysterical, irate and the light grew eerie. I blacked out.

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October My health had declined so much I could not decipher a good day from a bad day. I had lost maybe twenty pounds because I could not bring myself to eat. On a good day, food tasted like sour cardboard. On a bad day it was as appetizing as a dozen rancid eggs. Most of the time, I chose not to eat. I had not gone to work in many days, maybe weeks. It was hard to ascertain time because I could not sleep on a regular schedule. I only woke at random to the startling sound of cicadas buzzing at what seemed to be many decibels above normal, day and night.

Although the bleeding had stopped, none of my wounds had healed. The nightmarish itching of the bites, the unhealing scrapes, my broken hand, the chemical burns, those tenacious black marks, all would not subside and could only be soothed by submerging my entire body in a full bath tub. I had also developed an unquench-able thirst. Because of this, I would lie in the tub and position my mouth under the dripping faucet to catch every drop. Even with my ears under the surface of the water, I could hear the incessant buzz-ing of the cicadas building to their peak then slowly dropping back below the sound of the water. For most of the day, these were the only things I could hear. At night, I would get out of the tub and lurch into the living room, the room closest to the bathroom, and sleep on the couch.

My muscles had started to cramp. I imagined it was from being KWVÅ�VML�\W�\PM�LQUMV[QWV[�WN �\PM�JI\P�\]J�ITT�LIa��J]\�1�_I[�[\IZ\QVO�to believe it was also a side effect of my peculiar medical condition. I noticed that my body odor had increased despite my inability to sweat. On the couch, my attention could not be averted from three things: the nauseating pulse of the cicadas, my terrible thirst for water and the unbearable stench of my wounds. I could not help but think that these black marks were somehow absorbing every-thing I consumed; stealing it from me. They were feeding off the food I was eating, and especially the water I was drinking, but they were not getting any bigger. It seemed as if they were metabolizing M^MZa\PQVO�I\�WVM�P]VLZML�XMZKMV\�MNÅ�KQMVKa�IVL�KZMI\QVO�I�XT]UM�of putrid gas all around me. I was being held prisoner by my frailty and by the paralyzing black marks, the life being sucked out of me. I knew that they had to go.

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Louisiana in SeptemberAdam Davis

A halloween Haunt


Would you believe me if I told you there was a time when Shreveport-Bossier had a thriving punk scene? I’m sure it would surprise you even further if I told you, due to a lack of things for young people to do, or places to be, that an explosion of creativity, a []ZOM�WN �QUIOQVI\QWV�IVL�I�Å�[\�WN �LMÅ�IVKM�QV�\PM�NWZU�WN �X]VS�ZWKS�WKK]ZZML�QV�;PZM^MXWZ\�NWZ�\PM�Å�Z[\�\QUM�QV�\PM�MIZTa�» �[��TQSM�IV�eruption from a volcano of repression and outdated ideologies, as we pogoed and moshed our way into the future. ��1�Å�Z[\�[\IZ\ML�VW\QKQVO�\PM�[MML[�WN �LQ[KWV\MV\�JTW[[WU�QV\W�UWPI_S[�IVL�\WX�SVW\[�QV��! ��IVL�Ja��!!��\PMa�_MZM�everywhere, along with torn-up blue jeans, t-shirts, leather jackets and combat boots. In different parts of the city today, one may occasionally catch OZINÅ�\Q�[XZIa�XIQV\ML�WV�I�JZQKS�_ITT�[WUM_PMZM�LMKTIZQVO�¹8]VS[�not Dead” as a persistent reminder, perhaps to the world, that we were not dead... at least not yet. There was a time and place where you could tune into KSCL 91.3 FM while driving in your car and hear live performances from bands like The Meices broadcast over the airwaves. It was a place where wearing blue and red liberty spikes or studded leather was a staunch declaration that we didn’t PI^M�\W�NWTTW_�QV�\PM�NWW\[\MX[�WN �\PM�VQVM�\W�Å�^MZ[��WZ�\W�_ISM�]X�I\�seven o’clock every Sunday to go to church deep within the Deeper South with our parents because we thought that was what we were supposed to be doing. It was liberation. It was what being free was all about. Truly free. Free to dress how we wanted, think what we wanted, say what we wanted and basically do whatever the hell we wanted. Behind where Bear’s was, in a small room appropriately called “Jeff ’s Place” for the simple fact that its owner was Jeff Wyche, and it was his “place,” was a location where punks would gather on Fridays and Saturdays to enjoy a variety of bands that came in from all over the world. There were few venues elsewhere that the bands could rent for the night, such as Stoner house (named after the street and not the people) where you could catch greats like Brian and Brady Blade doing their thing, but it was mostly at Jeff ’s building where there could be anywhere from 50-100 people waiting to hear one of the bands playing that night. Bands including The Cows, The Mommyheads, The Toadies, 0IUUMZPMIL��BMVQ�/MÎ�NZWU�2IXIV��2M[][�+PZQ[\�;]XMZÆ�a��Super Suckers or some of the local bands that usually opened up for them such as Tankfarm, Refractory Period, Society of the Damned, Spidermidgetbitchfrog, Scrambled Debutante or Habitual Sex Offenders. In 1992, the band I was in, Back Alley Allah was approached by none other than Carey X, the guitarist to Scrambled Debutante. He wanted us to perform in a concert that he had arranged with several other bands and band members that was to be held at C. Bickham Dickson park. A contract was forged with the city park authority Shreveport Parks and Recreation (SPAR) by the leading members of the punk scene and the city, to play a show at the park. We eagerly accepted. ��?M�_MZM�IT[W�M`KQ\ML�\W�[MM�\PI\�\PM�Æ�aMZ[�+IZMa�@�IVL�*MV�Moss had drawn up were headlining the show as a “Free Speech Rally,” headlining the bands Scrambled Debutante and Society of the Damned as “Kings of Punk.” SPAR on the other hand did not share our excitement and immediately broke the contract, far be it from me to speculate why, without any regard for any legal consequence that may or may not have been incurred. In typical punk bravado, Scrambled Debutante and Society of the Damned organized demonstrations and protests outside the SPAR headquarters and city courthouse. They rallied the punk scene, we made the news, we talked to reporters, made the headlines, but most importantly we met them in court head on, and after a year of legal battles with the city, we won the right to play our show, all under the leadership of a handful of people that seemed to know exactly what they were doing and did it well, and all while chanting the anthems of our disenchanted youth revolution.

By the time the court case was won, a year later Back Alley Allah had broken up, but Scrambled Debutante was teeming with a revision of proud new members, myself being one of them. I remember seeing Kurt Loder announce our victory to the world on a segment of MTV news. I recall the sense of accomplishment and the satisfaction of victory and the electricity in the air, but most importantly I remember the people. I remember the people who made our victory possible. I remember the crowd at the C. Bickham Dickson park show and the sea of dyed hair, top SVW\[�IVL�KWUJI\�JWW\[��<PMa�PIL�\PM�Å�OP\QVO�[XQZQ\�IVL�\PM�[MV[M�of all or nothing. The satisfying smell of victory was in the air en-compassed by Shreveport’s punk militia in full regalia. It may have not been the best smell, but it was our smell lighting up the city’s park that night. And like all great things, eventually it died down again. A once JZQOP\�Å�ZM�VW_�Æ�QKSMZML�QV�\PM�LQ[\IVKM�_PMZM�\PMZM�_I[�WVKM�I�[UITT�QVKWV[XQK]W][�XTIKM�_PMZM�aW]�KW]TL�OW�\W�Å�VL�I�NM_�XMWXTM�you loved or admired, who understood you and didn’t judge you. A XTIKM�aW]�KW]TL�KI\KP�I�NM_�JIVL[�WZ�M^MV�Æ�QZ\�_Q\P�XZM\\a�OQZT[�QV�Å�[PVM\[�IVL�_Ia�\WW�U]KP�UISM�]X�

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SBC Punk: “The High Water Mark”Micah Harold

“[We were] free to dress how we wanted, think what we wanted, say what we wanted and basically do whatever the hell we wanted.” / Photo courtesty of Micah Harold


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It was perfect. He knew the names and stories of all the records, and he made sure I took a listen before purchasing anything. Teenage-me was fascinated by the rows and stacks of dusty paper that he stewarded. I had never met someone who cared so much about what people enjoy musically.

Once, I bugged him about hold-ing aside Circus Records for me. Naturally, I got a text every time one came in for the next year. That’s just James Gilcrease; he wants you to like music. For six years he unpacked, organ-ized and priced pre-loved vinyl at Campus Collectibles. Everyone in

the area knew him as “the bearded guy” at the record shop. It was as if Highland inherited its very own version of “Record Man Stan” (a Hayride-era legend). Eventually, selling all of the oldies gave Gilcrease an idea: “I’ll sell new records too! Like stuff that’s coming out this year. Heck, even this Tuesday!”

And he did. Gilcrease started carrying vinyls of new artists and giving local bands a spot to sell their stuff. Word and interest spread quickly. -^MV\]ITTa�PM�_I[�NWZKML�\W�M`XIVL�PQ[�QV^MV\WZa�IVL�ÅVL�I�XTIKM�and moniker to call his own. Thus, Day Old Blues Records (DOB)

was born. Local recording nest Foxtrot Studios jumped on the opportunity of hosting DOB immediately. By adding Gilcrease, the already well-known artist hangout became a hub for musical discovery. Good vibes met good people, and a new chapter in Shreveport-Bossier began. With the help of friends and neighbors they were able to host community-building events such as “Listen Local” and “Record Store Day.” Local musicians and collectors began to rally around the shop. Now DOB has grown into the next stage of adulthood. The one room at Foxtrot wasn’t big enough for his inventory anymore; records were spilling off of shelves and into the walking paths. Gilcrease decided to take the big step and moved Day Old Blues Records out of downtown and into the heart of Highland. Across from Wendy’s, in fact, and right next door to the Naked Bean. In sight of where Kozak brought so much music to the neighborhood already. Such a bold move will need community support.

Day Old Blues Records is a necessary link for connecting listeners and artists in a way that can’t happen at a merchandise JWW\P��1\¼[�IV�WI[Q[�WN �IZ\Q[\QK�QV\MZM[\�I\�aW]Z�TMQ[]ZMTa�ÅVOMZ\QX[�\PI\�you can visit throughout the week. You can pick through pre-loved classics, browse new artists or just drink coffee and listen to some tunes. It’s certainly a jewel in the Kings Highway crown as the spinning continues.

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“Everything is amazing, and nobody is happy,” begins a joke by comedian Louis C.K.

That is the way I feel about cycling in Shreveport. Having ridden in Chicago, Madison, Boulder, St. Louis and other metropolitan cities that boast “Bicycle Friendly Community” awards from the League of American Bicyclists, I can tell you that Shreveport is indeed a wonderful place to ride a bike.

Although I have attended countless meetings here where fellow citizens have expressed their hopes for bike lanes and dedicated bike paths, I want \W�PQOPTQOP\�_Pa�;PZM^MXWZ\�Q[�ITZMILa�I�\MZZQÅK�XTIKM�\W�ZQLM� First, the majority of the city is in a grid. Having grown up in the midst of suburban sprawl where each “neighborhood” is dead-ended with a cul-de-sac and surrounded by fences, I really appreciate how connected our city is. When riding a bike, why take Line Avenue or Youree Drive when you can ride on the quiet and scenic Creswell, Highland or .IQZÅMTL'�<WW�UIVa�XW\PWTM[�WV�+MV\MVIZa'�2][\�PWX�W^MZ�I�[\ZMM\�IVL�OM\�to your destination just as easily. Secondly, there are more fellow bike riders than you think. Outside my window on Beverly Place I see between twenty and thirty bike riders go by on a typical weekday. Riding through Highland to Marshall Street, heading downtown, I always pass someone riding a bike. Whether they are kids going to a friend’s house, someone stopping by the Circle K for a snack or a work commuter decked out with multiple mirrors and a neon vest, people are currently out there riding. Lastly, Shreveport motorists are typically very courteous and give you plenty of room on the road. I know that everyone has an anecdote about that one truck or South Shreveport Range Rover that ran them off the road, but in my experience the typical trip is stress-free. I recently rode in Houston with bike shop employees and some serious weekend warrior road bikers. We were called “mother f***ers” three different times on that ride (once from a deranged jogger). I have never had that happen to me in Shreveport, even when I am taking my time spinning up Thrill Hill. If you are on the fence or have any anxiety about hopping on a bicycle to go to a friend’s house or commuting to a downtown event in style, I strongly urge you to give it a chance. There is nothing better than a ride through Shreveport in the fall, where you can experience your neighbors and neighborhoods in a new way.

Shreveport: surprisingly JQSM�NZQMVLTa�Garrett Johnson [email protected]

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Like many Americans, northwest Louisiana residents are becoming more particular about what they eat and drink.

More and more of us are spending our Saturday mornings at the Farmers’ Market instead of Walmart. We are drawn to the farm-to-table selections at local restaurants instead of “mystery meat” from cookie-cutter chains. We pay a little extra to support a local coffee shop or coffee roaster. This “Go Local” movement is becoming increasingly popular for beer drinkers as well.

In general, the movement comes down to supporting the local economy, knowing what you are consuming and quality.

Let’s face it: no one really knows (or wants to know) what is put in McDonald’s chicken nuggets or where the “meat” comes NZWU��1\�Q[�KWUUWV�\W�_ITS�\PZW]OP�\PM�OZWKMZa�[\WZM�\W�ÅVL�\PI\�most fruit and produce is sourced half-way across the country, and sometimes from other countries.

However, local restaurants such as Wine Country, Twine and Frank’s Pizza Napoletana frequently boast their locally-sourced menu options. You can feel better knowing that what you are consuming grew and was prepared within a certain mile radius of where you consume it.

Likewise, people want to know their beer.

Much like food, local beer usually tastes better. It’s fresher and usually of higher quality than mass-produced beers from across the country or world. You may even know the person who brewed it, and the dollars you spend to buy local are fed directly into the local economy. Local is about more than just the products themselves – it’s about people demanding a higher standard for the way their food and beer is made and handled and supporting small businesses in their community.

It’s been over a century since northwest Louisiana has had a local brewery. In fact, there hasn’t been a brewery here since 9 years before prohibition. Since then, brewing companies Abita and Dixie have pretty much been the only Louisiana brands that most people know and recognize. That is rapidly changing, however, as our area will soon be home to two new craft breweries that will work to revitalize the brewing tradition of our area. Great Raft Brewing and Red River Brewing Company will join six other craft breweries in Louisiana, and numerous other regional breweries from surrounding states, in the effort to increase local beer options.

While more local and regional craft brands enter the market, it’s important to remember that there isn’t anything wrong with non-local craft beer. For nearly a century, northwest Louisiana has sampled the rest of the world’s beer; many great craft beers are brought to our market via distribution, and this variety is what makes today’s craft beer market so great. Remember – a non-local beer in Shreveport is the local beer brewed somewhere else, such I[�,MV^MZ��;IV�,QMOW��8WZ\TIVL��M\K��1�ÅVL�\PI\�\PM�[UITTMZ��independent breweries are dedicated to their craft, and the LQNNMZMVKM�Q[�KTMIZ�QV�\PM�ÆI^WZ�IVL�Y]ITQ\a�WN �_PI\�aW]�\I[\M��2][\�because they aren’t brewed in Louisiana doesn’t mean they aren’t good or of higher quality. When I personally shop or dine, if there isn’t a local or regional beer available, I’ll always look for an option from a craft brewery versus a macro-brewed beer from one of the “Big Beer” companies.

As the desire for “all things local” continues to grow, you will have an increasingly broader selection of local food and drinks available. When you have a choice, try a local or regional beer. Ask for Great Raft or Red River beers at your local watering hole. If local isn’t available, try supporting a craft beer that was made with the consumer in mind.

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Lindsay Johnson Nations is Founder and Vice President of Great Raft Brewing in Shreveport.

The PourBeer, Like Food, is Going Local

Lindsay Johnson Nations

Like so many other times, they were the best of times, they were the worst of times. A time of angst and coming to being; it was a road paved with good, albeit misunderstood, intentions that many people continued to walk even long after we played the show that took us a year to earn. ��1\�_I[�\PM�ÅZ[\�WN �UIVa�TIVLUIZS�^QK\WZQM[�\PI\�_W]TL�TI\MZ�UMM\�its end to the hands of new wavers and metal heads. Landmarks that once screamed “Punk’s not Dead” but now can barely let out a whisper, or proud anthems that resonate still in the classic three chord melodies of up and coming garage bands, can still be heard with the right set of ears, or from the old timers that have been around long enough to know where the music scene of today came from. It’s a torch that is being passed still to this day, from one generation to another, like a noble legacy passed down from progeny to progeny.

It’s a silent nod to the unsung heroes who put their necks on the line to do what they wanted and to think and say whatever it is they pleased.

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On the Road to Being an Artist

The 1932 Ford coupe was one of my earliest sketch models. In the proportions of that commercial vehicle I think I saw a lion’s body with a top hat. In the swooping fenders I believe I saw the swell of I�_WUIV¼[�K]Z^M[��<PMZM�_I[�IT[W�\PM�I\PTM\QK��[M`]IT�>� �]VLMZ�\PM�PWWL��IVL��JMKI][M�WN �\PM�PMI\��Q\�_I[�I�ÅVMTa�louvered hood.

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One more milestone on the road to becoming an artist: the outrageous cartoons of California car culture guru Ed “Big Daddy” Roth. His sweatshirt illustrations, such as “Rat Fink” and “Get Punched,” were raw and nasty. They celebrated the car culture of Southern California. It was the mid-60’s and a new medium, Marks A Lot felt tip markers, gave sketchers the ability to quickly render MaM�XWXXQVO�LM[QOV[�WV�_PQ\M�\�[PQZ\[��<PM�ÅZ[\�UWVMa�1�UILM�QV�IZ\�came from high school classmates who wanted me to re-create Roth designs on their shirts.

Today I understand myself better than then. I'm not just a sketcher. I'm a person compelled to render pieces of our lives into forms - whether via drawing, photography, video, music or dance - that LMÅVM�JMI]\a�IVL�\PI\�_ISM�][�]X��

Fellow artists reading my story will see a bit of themselves somehow called out.

And if you do feel it, I invite you to follow me into one of the KQZKTM[�WN �IZ\Q[\[�QV�\PQ[�IZMI��)�[QOVQÅKIV\�XZWXWZ\QWV�WN �Ua�IZ\Q[\QK�conversation and remuneration comes from my association with Shreveport Regional Arts Council. Opportunities to show sketches in a gallery, to get paid to do work on walls, to develop myself as a videographer: all these parts of my growth were made easier by SRAC opportunities.

;:)+�Q[�I�>� �MVOQVM�NWZ�IZ\Q[\[�QV�\PQ[�ZMOQWV��1\[�RWJ�Q[�\W�[]XXWZ\�the needs of musicians, dancers, poets and illustrators. It’s going to support the next generation of growth, too: digital mashers as well as code-writing, pixel paste-up people.

My view is that Shreveport-Bossier and the region ought to have more artists. That in developing people into functioning artists that we will be enhancing the quality of life and actually being an economic engine.

If you'd like to use SRAC to put more development into your artistic life, go to shrevearts.org and check the NWLA Artists Directory. If you are one of the numerous artists who have thought about joining SRAC but put it off, contact me or SRAC staffer Tiana Kennell. We'd like to have you in this circle.

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Robert E. Trudeau


“Nosferatu – Does this word not sound like the deathbird calling your name at midnight? Beware you never say it – for then the pictures of life will fade to shadows, haunting dreams

will climb forth from your heart, and feed on your blood.”

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Adapted from Bram Stoker’s “Dracula,” “Nosferatu” weaves the tale of vampire Count Orlock as he ensnares a young real estate agent then makes his way to Wisborg, Germany to wreak havoc on the town. Stoker’s family sued Director F.W. Murnau for copyright QVNZQVOMUMV\��IVL�ITT�KWXQM[�WN �\PM�ÅTU�_MZM�[]XXW[ML�\W�PI^M�JMMV�destroyed. One lone copy survived and was painstakingly restored in Italy, eventually preserved in archives. Cult horror fans regard \PQ[�[QTMV\�ÅTU�I[�I�UI[\MZXQMKM�WN �KQVMUI\WOZIXPa��J]\�\W�musicians, it holds another secret.

When “Nosferatu” screens on Oct. 24 at the Scottish Rite Temple in downtown Shreveport, music will set the mood of the [KMVM[�QV�\PM�OZIVL�\ZILQ\QWV�WN �[QTMV\�ÅTU��=VTQSM�UW[\�ÅTU[�WN �Q\[�day, however, “Nosferatu” will be accompanied by a score written [XMKQÅKITTa�NWZ�\PM�UW^QM��

Kermit Poling of the West Edge String Quartet originally wrote his score for the South Arkansas Symphony Orchestra in 2011 when Nosferatu played in El Dorado, and he’s excited to perform it again in Shreveport.

“We were looking for something different,” said Poling. “As I _I\KPML�\PM�ÅTU��1�NW]VL�\PI\�Q\�TMV\�Q\[MTN �^MZa�MI[QTa�\W�I�[KWZM�º With a bit of research, Poling discovered that Murnau paced each scene using a metronome, perhaps as a tie-in to the subtitle of “A Symphony of Horror.”

The mystery of the tempo mixed with the mystery of the venue’s Freemasonry heritage culminates in a true multimedia

experience. The Quartet – primarily violin, viola, cello any keyboard – will take advantage of the large pipe organ to draw the I]LQMVKM�QV\W�\PM�ÅTU��?PMZM�U][QK�WVTa�XZW^QLML�\PM�JIKSLZWX�\W�[QTMV\�ÅTU[�QV�\PM�XI[\��\PQ[�TWKIT�JWZV�WZQOQVIT�[KWZM��ITWVO�_Q\P�Q\[�live performance by Poling, Elizabeth O’Bannon, Borys Smolaga and Ruth Drummond, will complement the cult classic for a unique and unforgettable experience in “the land of phantoms.” The per-formance starts at 7:30 p.m., and will include an intermission.

Sponsored by the Noel Foundation as part of the Chamber Music ;MZQM[��\QKSM\[�IZM�NZMM�\W�\PM�X]JTQK��;MI\QVO�Q[�WXMV�IVL�ÅZ[\�KWUM��ÅZ[\�[MZ^ML��.WZ�UWZM�QVNWZUI\QWV��^Q[Q\�[PZM^MXWZ\[aUXPWVa�KWU�under the Chamber Music Series.

This issue’s Pet of the Week is Harley, a Boxer and Labrador mix male who is almost 3 years old. Harley and his brother Bandit – who has already been adopted – came to the Humane Society of Northwest Louisiana from a high-kill shelter in south Louisiana when they were just 12 weeks old. Harley is a sweet, loving boy, and we believe he is kennel and house-trained. Harley can be an escape artist when it comes to cyclone fences, so we recommend he is adopted to a family with a privacy fence. Harley is true to the Labrador breed in that he loves to chew on bones and to please people! Harley has a naturally half- docked tail and weighs around 60 pounds. If interested in meeting and/or adopting Harley, please contact the 0]UIVM�;WKQM\a�WN �6WZ\P_M[\�4W]Q[QIVI�I\�� !�PETS, or email [email protected].

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Are the people you’re around most bringing your average up or down? SBC Visionaries is a grassroots community of young adults who want to live incredible lives and make a positive impact on Shreveport-Bossier, in our neighborhoods and on a global scale. Like you, Heliopolis reader, we see the possibilities of what this city KIV�JM�IVL�IZM�IK\Q^MTa�ÅVLQVO�_Ia[�\W�QV^M[\�W]Z�[SQTT[��\ITMV\[�IVL�interests in our local community. There is still a perception, unfortunately, that nothing great happens in this town, that “the cool people” move away, and if you want to be remarkable you should probably go somewhere else. If we want Shreveport-Bossier to be seen by the world as something besides “AnyTown, USA,” we have to show them something different as individuals and as a collective group. Most of us want Shreveport to be a vibrant, interesting, dynamic place to live. Over time, however, our systems and circles of people have become too insular. SBC Visionaries wants to be an open door in what can often be a closed system. We hope to

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Next Event Oct. 24: Hang out with us on Thursday, Oct. 24, to support a fantastic, free arts event. We’ll be meeting at Twine (1513 Line Ave.) around 6 p.m. for dinner and drinks. Then, we’ll head to the Scottish Rite Temple where there will be a showing of a classic ,ZIK]TI�ÅTU��¹6W[NMZI\]�º�_Q\P�[KWZM�XMZNWZUML�TQ^M�Ja�\PM�?M[\�Edge String Quartet. General admission is free. Hope to see you there!

“Nosferatu”: A (Shreveport) Symphony of HorrorBy Jerry Underwood [email protected]

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Living LocalSBC Visionairies Night Out Oct. 24

By Amy DeRosia


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