You aren’t meant to see the building during the day. It hides under old signs, a beaten brick building with a broken awning and wood panels against its door. A few old beer signs and a handwritten schedule almost give it away, but it isn’t until the sun goes down and the red string lights illuminate the facade that you can really see Red’s, the legendary juke joint in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Inside, the space is intimate—a small room bathed in red neon signs and Christmas lights strung along the ceiling….
