"Across Louisiana to the Texas border, crowds would flock to hear [Amédé] Ardoin. ‘Oh, that was some music,’ Milton Ardoin remembers. ‘And when he was playing over there to Mr. Quincy Davis’ place, he had a song for when the dance closed up, you know? Every time he would play that, the fights would take place. I said, ‘Uncle.’ He said, ‘What?’ I said, ‘Don’t play that no more. It must be the devil what you play now, that little two-step."