The record release party for FR-1 was held. At a jukehouse on the highway south of Tutwiler, down near the catfish ponds among the fields, where the herons fidget and wait for a meal. The Tutwiler Community Education Center would not put us up. Possibly they will reconsider for FR-2.
From the Tallahatchie County Pantagraph, which sent a scribe to cover the event:
It was a Saturday afternoon and everybody went into town, and fellows were playing on the streets, standing by the railroad tracks, people pitching nickels and dimes, while and black people both. The train came through town maybe once that afternoon and when it was time, everybody gathered around there, before and after the train came, and announced where they'd be that night. And that's where the crowd went.
Then:
The jukehouse was a scene of noise, excitement, and bright lights. A plank was nailed across the door to the kitchen and fish and chitlins were sold. There was dancing in the front room, gambling in the side room, and maybe two or three gas or coil-oil lamps on the mantel piece in front of the mirror. Powerful lights.
"That country ball was rough!' one party-goer exclaimed. "It was critical, man! It started off good, you know. Everybody happy, dancing, and then it started getting louder and louder. The women were dipping that snuff and swallowing that snuff spit along with that corn whiskey, and they started mixing fast, and oh, brother! They started something then!"
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