Every year, without fail, the height of my trip to the Juke Joint Festival is seeing those goats—yeah, goats—standing tall right on top of a damn truck like they own the place. And truth be told, they kinda do.
It’s wild. It’s beautiful. It’s Clarksdale Blues City.
These goats ain’t just standing there either—they’re posted up like blues kings on a throne, soaking up the crowd, gettin’ ready to get their juke on. It’s a scene that don’t make sense ‘til you see it, and then you can’t get enough of it. Its some crazzy Blues shit !
And baby, that’s just the beginning.