Eric tumbles into town from Newport.  In the house of the rising sun, New Orleans is peaceful but reeks of grease.  Burdon meets a gypsy introduced by three gnomes.  Green trousers hide their tiny limbs.  They speak with an unidentifiable accent and he believes it to be from derived from Ireland.  A fading purple bandana covers the gypsy woman’s thinning hair.  She ridicules Burdon about his stature as she palms the gnome with the balding scalp.  Confusion sets in as Eric tries to decipher this peculiar bunch.  While in thought, he sprinkles the pinewood floor with cigarette ashes and saliva.

The gypsy leads Eric to a bedroom as the gnomes attempt to climb an oak tree for a better view of the city.  They nimbly move despite their size.  Burdon enters a room decorated in bad odor and the woman lying on a thin sheet.  Moving closer as she continues to beckon, he removes his glasses, feeling the intruding light on his pupils.  Echoes of his father’s voice slow him as he lowers himself next to the aging beauty.

Eric wakes alone.  The gnomes have headed north according to the wrinkled man on the front porch.   “What about the woman?” Eric questions after never discovering her name.  No answer from the man as he peers into a nearby flame.  Burdon heads north with his father, the dwarfs and the gypsy in mind.  He arrives at the Jugband Blues Club to see war protestors littering the hazy bar.  They speak of revolution, but wreak of future Republicans.  His shades hide the sun, but never block the bullshit grins thrown at his pupils.  Once Eric swallow their shallow compliments, he stalks the creaking stage.  The other Animals are setting up as they acknowledge Burdon.  He says nothing as he tunes his harmonica.

The set begins with a new tune, “The House of the Rising Sun.”  Eric vocalizes his loneliness by describing his trials in Louisiana.  Screaming about his father’s vices and gypsy whores quiet the fledgeling crowd.  Burdon’s declarations slightly intrigue the now somber audience members still listening.  But they scream for the hits after “The House…” concludes.  Eric spits on the mushy haired drunk in front and drifts slowly offstage.  His mates curse his name while he exits the rusty back exit.

Eric enters an adjacent topless bar contemplating the putrid floor design.  He believes blue would have worked better with the lighting scheme.  Burdon befriends a stool as aged warm whiskey warms his already flaming throat.  A flat-topped man mutters something about Vietnam.  Eric misunderstanding him says, “Fuck Minnesota!” And offers the man freshly cut hairs a fresh glass of draft beer.  Eric intently focuses on the man’s class ring design as it rapidly dents his skin.  Military man’s bulging forehead vein intrigues Burdon.  Military man repays Eric for the beer by reworking his jaw, as Eric thought it was out of place anyways.  Three ankle biting, dirt dwelling gnomes appear to rescue Eric.  He sloppily chases them to the front entrance.  With his sunglasses destroyed, Burdon fights the glare to find his vision.  He peers into the distance, focusing on the fading sun but the gnomes have abandoned him again, like his father.  Burdon wipes blood from his brow as he imagines the aquamarine eyes of that dancing gypsy woman…