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That there's Mr. Hank on the sax. Yep, you probably remember him as Honky Hank. See, when he was just a young clown he had high hopes of playing in an American jazz band. Problem was... he couldn't seem to find that silky brass tone, when he practiced, it was just "honk, honk". A bit annoying if you ask me, and the neighbors felt the same way. They threw rotten tomatoes at him and yelled, "Quit honkin' Hank!". Hank had heard of Honky Tonks, so he proudly took the name as a compliment. He thought to himself, "if people are throwing rotten food at me here, maybe they'll throw fresh food, or better yet, MONEY at me elsewhere." And you know it's true that you can never be famous in your own town, so Hank set out on the road. The portrait above is from many years later in his life. It is a painting of the first moment he hit a silky brass tone that could melt butter and make the birds stop singing so they could listen. As you can see from the portrait, at that moment, two young and beautiful clown ladies came dancing out of their houses and down the street with umbrellas in hand. I happen to know that this is true, because one of those clown ladies was my Aunt Beullah Blue! That is how The Honky Stomps through the streets came to be a tradition in these parts.