Beacon Blues: Jimmie Vaughan's Lifelong Song

THE ONE KNITE was an oasis of soul. The room was a little box, sitting at the corner of Red River and Eighth Street. Cut from limestone, it looked as though it had been sitting there forever, one hard rain away from washing into the creek behind it for good. If, by some fluke of nature, 100 people happened to pack in, half of them could have been charged with attempted sodomy, the crowd so thick you couldn't stir them with a stick.