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he next day. We needed coffee. Good coffee. It turned out that a coffee house was less than two short blocks from our hotel.
Even better were the people who worked there. The were friendly and energetic. One of them took us to this place, an empty club.
Apparently, it was fully functioning until a movie production company used it to make a James Brown biopic. When they tore the set down, they gutted the building.
Those are the kinds of stories that you won’t hear if you just pass through a town, keeping to yourself. I suppose you could look around and never say a word to anybody, but what would be the fun in that?
Anyway.
This little bar or club or cafe is now being rebuilt back, good as it ever was.
One of these days we’ll pass through Natchez again and see it for ourselves. But, not this year.
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here is some post production technique to discuss.
As you know, I’m about feeling more than seeing.
The picture was easy to make, especially if I didn’t want to show you the guitar player beyond what I did.
The club felt smokey, with a little bit of mist drifting in and out. I could see people standing around listening to the band, drinking beer and hanging out.
But, the club was empty. There wasn’t a finished wall in sight.
So, I softened everything. I made the scene glow a little bit.
The rest is in my imagination. Or, yours.
STORYTELLER 
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