How many of you have ever been to a hole in the wall? What? You don’t know what that is? A hole in the wall (in the South) is a makeshift jute joint, dance hall, or club–whatever you want to call it. It doesn’t have the amenities of a fancy nightclub–just a few tables and chairs, a small dance floor, maybe a bathroom or two if you are lucky, a DJ, a woman frying some fried chicken, catfish, or fat back to be eaten between two slices of white bread, some “bumpin'” blues music, and, of course, much, much whiskey!
The last hole in the wall that I ever set foot in was pumping out through speakers two songs by Mel Waiters: “A Hole in the Wall” and “Got My Whiskey.” Check them out below, and you will be transported to that last hole in the wall you visited.
“A Hole in the Wall”
“Got My Whiskey”
These songs were inspirations for my short stories “Rock” and “Faces in the Wall” from Trouble Down South and Other Stories.