By James Hollins G4R Entertainment
Story is true people seriously. In the late 80's/ early 90's I was in a 3 piece band called The Defference. We toured over TX and LA on a club circuit called Chelsea's. We had a white guy with long hair, a Mexican (still not sure to this day of his nationality lol) and a black guy, me. Anyway we were playing in one of our favorite cities Alexandria, LA and was invited to a party on our day off by fans and friends.
They showed up early Sunday morning at our hotel and we followed them in our van. We drove for hours on a desolate 2 lane highway and eventually pulled up to a mom-n-pop station for gas. Looked like something from a Stephen King movie. Our friends went in the store to pay for gas, beer and other supplies while I got out to stretch my legs. Cue scary music duh, duh, duh! Lol. Suddenly one of them came out and shouted 'James.... get back in the van!' Hey you don't have to tell a black man twice to get moving. No way am I being the first one killed in this story haha. He stated area was KKK territory and they had a meeting recently. We quickly fueled up and rolled out.
We continued on and drove for hours while the sun went down and eventually turned down a dirt/ mud filled road. Let me tell you its the first time I heard the phrase 'Red Mud'. It took us days to get it off the van. As we continued to follow our friends I was thinking... 'they could kill us out here and NO ONE would ever know.' We thought about turning around but we were completely lost. Remember this was an era before smart phones or GPS. Hell the map we had didn't have the road we were on. We were quiet for a while and though no one said it I'm sure we were all thinking... 'we're not going out without a fight.'.
Finally we all stopped and a guy from the car in front got out and proceeded through the bayou with only a flashlight. It was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. After awhile he emerged and yelled C'mon. We got out and followed them through the swamp. Moments later we came to a small opening where we saw a small shack. One of them fired up the generator and the lights came on.
This shack in the woods turned out to be one of their out of way partying places and we had a blast. We drank brew and partied til the wee hours of the morning haha. Would I do it again? Hell no... I was a younger and naïve man back then. Still its one of the best partying experiences I've ever had. Shout out to my band mates who were in this fiasco with me lol... Greg Stokes and Roland Zertuche.