When changes in William Bunch's life threaten to jolt his epicenter off the Richter Scale, he seeks solace in the Raccoon Lodge. There he experiences an epiphany of sorts and embarks on a journey that begets a book, Jukebox America . Then I was getting married. All within the dizzying space of ninety-three days. Most appalling, his new environment would have no jukeboxes.
Bunch sets out to find the country's greatest jukebox.
In the process, he discovers a slice of American pie that is on its way to extinction. We were always too late, always missed something. We are still a question mark. We meet the regulars at El Sid O's in Marmou, Louisiana, where happy hour starts at eight in the morning. Bunch tracks down the all-Sinatra jukebox, the Elvis jukebox, the zydeco jukebox, the Patsy Cline jukebox.