
These Gypsy Jazz River Rats Roam Our Streets and Infest Our Ears
It was at Wilma Bar sometime last year that I first caught sight of the River Rats. Wilma’s bare walls, the candlesticks overflowing with wax and the cigarette smoke which perpetually hangs in the air, all evoke the spirit of some arthouse film. That evening was no different, the sound of live gypsy jazz seeping … Read more These Gypsy Jazz River Rats Roam Our Streets and Infest Our Ears