Category: Books

“Pre-Birthday Week”

Diana continued my “Birthday Month” celebration with the amazing Stanton Moore trio at the Columns on Monday night.  Three musicians that are at the absolute top of their game, just world class.  Here are a couple of samples:

All of this in a small room of a boutique hotel with great snacks and drinks.  Another Monday in New Orleans.  Thanks Diana!

Torkanowsky announced that there was a legend in the house.  Sitting just behind us was Maria Muldaur, “Midnight at the Oasis” singer.  Here’s some online info on her:

Her first solo album, Maria Muldaur, released in 1973, contained her hit single “Midnight at the Oasis“,^[5] which reached number 6 on the Billboard Hot 100 in 1974. It peaked at number 21 on the UK Singles Chart.^[6] Later that year, she released her second album, Waitress in a Donut Shop.^[5] This included a re-recording of “I’m a Woman“, the Leiber and Stoller number first associated with Peggy Lee and a standout feature from her Jug Band days. Her version of the song peaked at #12 on the Billboard Hot 100, and was her last Hot 100 hit in the U.S. to date. The title of this album is taken from a line in another song on the album, “Sweetheart”, by Ken Burgan.

Around this time, Muldaur established a relationship with the Grateful Dead. Opening for some Grateful Dead shows in the summer of 1974, with John Kahn, bassist of the Jerry Garcia Band, eventually earned her a seat in that group as a backing vocalist in the late 1970s. Around the same time Muldaur met and eventually collaborated with bluegrass icon Peter Rowan. The two became close, and she was chosen to be the godmother of his daughter Amanda Rowan. She appeared on Super Jam (1989).

McD had a good day on Wednesday.  Started with yoga and then pool time with Kara.  Does her face say she’s having a good time?

They took advantage of Merry Lee’s pool for the day.  Looks really busy.

Denny had invited me to a birthday dinner with his family before they left town.  Charlie’s steakhouse was the venue.  I had a great time there on guys night out a year or so ago, and so was really looking forward to it.  I had a haircut at Aidan Gill’s on Friday afternoon, and then put on a suit to dress up for my birthday dinner.

Charlie’s is a classic neighbourhood dive kind of place.  People have been eating here on a regular basis for 30 years.  I had warned Diana that they don’t have menus, they just tell you what they have to offer.  I also coached her that they likely didn’t have a dry, crisp French white wine.  Little did I know that all of that input was unnecessary.  The hostess led us upstairs and I entered a room with all of my best friends.  It was a bit of a shock and also a bit emotional.

The whole krewe (minus Fred and Kelly who were at a daughter’s graduation) were assembled.

I had a lovely time visiting with everyone and received some really thoughtful gifts.  The wait staff was exceptional – following me around with drink and food orders as I moved seats to visit with everyone.  This amazing Dauberge cake made it also:

What an amazing night with such kind and generous friends.  Nicely pulled off Diana!

If that wasn’t enough, Diana took me for a much smaller birthday dinner on Saturday night at Wild South.  The tasting menu at this place is very creative and always different.  It’s nice to have such wonderful food and service in a very casual atmosphere.

The first dish was a king trumpet mushroom with a light tempura style batter.  It was so fresh and flavourful.

That was followed by crab stuffed squash blossom – so creative.

Then a nice twist on shrimp and grits- with yummy heirloom grits.

Then a beautifully cooked trout.

And finally a poached peach dessert.

Thanks to Diana for another excellent meal.

My book this week was “Why New Orleans Matters” by Tom Piazza.

This is the best book about New Orleans that I’ve read.  It explains everthing that I love about the city.  It was written shortly after Hurricane Katrina and the loss is evident throughout the book.  Piazza moved here and loves the city deeply, for all the same reasons as I do.  Here he describes the power of Jazz Fest very well:

“Before I lived in New Orleans, Jazz Fest was the gravitational center of my year. I lived through the long, gray New York winter, or the howling, wild Iowa winter, which lasted until the middle of April, and Jazz Fest would loom like a rescue ship on the horizon. If it was a year when I would be lucky enough to attend both weekends and stay the week in between, my only thought was Please don’t let a car hit me between now and the end of April. New Orleans, in fact, is filled with people who came for Jazz Fest and never left. Or who went home and quit their job and came back. I think Jazz Fest teaches them what to love about the city, and how to love it. It is a kind of distillation of the mythology of the city. Jazz Fest constantly underlines the relationship between the music of New Orleans (and Louisiana) and the culture as a whole. The food, the parades, the crafts, are all part of a larger fabric, as they are in the city itself. You won’t find posters advertising individual artists’ appearances at the fairgrounds. Music, the logic seems to run, is bigger than any individual’s music. And, furthermore, culture is bigger than music. Jazz Fest brings this notion into focus, gives it life, better than any other event I know.”

And here he calls out Barbara Bush for her ridiculous commentary on the poor folks who had evacuated to the Astrodome. – one of my deep seated beefs with upper class out of touch behaviour:

“And what about New Orleans? What is the future of the culture that came from all those neighborhoods with their own sense of being, formed over decades and decades, where parents and grandparents and great-grandparents had lived? Former first lady Barbara Bush, visiting the Astrodome, told a radio interviewer, “So many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this is working very well for them.” How could they possibly miss a place where they were, you know, underprivileged.”

“How could they miss a place where they knew everyone on the block? Or where they could walk to the grocery store and buy food and seasonings out of which they could prepare meals that were unique to that place and which they had eaten since childhood and which made them happy? How could they miss a place where there was music all the time, and where they could sit out in the evening on their front steps talking to people they had known for years, and joking in a way that everyone understood, or where their son had gotten dressed in his high school band uniform that they had saved hard-earned money to buy, and then went out to play in the band for the Mardi Gras parade? How could they miss the place where their granddaughter took her first steps, or their father had kept his uniform from World War Two in a cardboard suitcase lined with newspaper? How could you even say such a thing unless you assumed that people who were—you know—underprivileged had no past, no sense of life, no memories and no feelings—in short, weren’t really people at all, as we know them? That they were incapable of finding dignity and a reason to live even in the teeth of a hostile situation? The “underprivileged” people of New Orleans spun a culture out of their lives—a music, a cuisine, a sense of life—that has been recognized around the world as a transforming spiritual force. Out of those pitifully small incomes and crumbling houses, and hard, long days and nights of work came a staggering Yes, an affirmation of life—their lives, Life Itself—in defiance of a world that told them in as many ways as it could find that they were, you know, dispensable. This may seem obvious to you if you are reading this, but it bears saying over and over again: They are not dispensable. Not to New Orleans, not to America. And any scenario of a rebuilt New Orleans that does not embrace the fact of their centrality to New Orleans, that does not find a way to welcome them back and make jobs and a new life for them, will be an obscenity.”

I have a couple of videos to share this week, rather than Spotify links.  Check out this Allmans performance on Johnny Carson with a young Warren Haynes:

And how about a Jazz Fest moment for the ages:

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all!

“Phew!”

After the excitement of two weekends of the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival, we were very ready for a quiet and uneventful week.

Diana entertained me with some ” Birthday Month” surprises.  First was a box of Whoppers and a card.  Yes – they’re all gone already.

Then I was treated to empanadas from Empanola.  They are so good.  The mushroom one was great for lunch.  And then the next day the Argentina Beef was even tastier.  Thanks for spoiling me, Diana.

Next up was an invite to Happy Hour on Friday.  Of course I checked the correct box.

Happy Hour was at Chaise Delachaise, one of my very favourite spots.  They have excellent prices on drinks and snacks and the service is always good.  It is a bit far away – which is probably a good thing.  When I say “a bit far away”, it’s a solid 13 minute drive – funny how our perceptions change.  We would have thought nothing about driving 30 minutes to Happy Hour in Dallas.  There are just so many good places in walking distance here.

The mussels are wonderful – and such a big serving at a very good price.

And the dry, crisp white wine that McD loves is not hard to find here.  Don’t the cheeses sound tempting?

Steve Gleason is a New Orleans hero of the first order. He played for the Saints and blocked a punt to win the first game played in the Superdome after Hurricane Katrina tried to wipe this city off the map.  In 2011 he was diagnosed with ALS, and has been a massive advocate in encouraging folks living with the disease.  At this point all that he can move is his eyes, and he wrote a book using infrared technology that tracks his eye movements.

He did a book event at the Garden District Book Store, just across the street from us.  This was a real tear jerker.  He had recorded a message talking about the book that was so life affirming and heartbreaking at the same time.  His wife, Michel, had a stamp she was using to sign the books.  If you have a box of Kleenex that needs to be used up, watch the movie “Gleason” and you’ll get more of the story.

If you look into Steve’s eyes you will see an indomitable life force shining back at you.

Colleen invited me to join her, Greg, and her brother Hugh, our across the street neighbour, for the Echo and the Bunnymen concert at the Joy theater on Saturday night.  This was a new venue for all of us.  Our tickets were downstairs standing room.    We arrived a little before 8pm, the band advertised to start at 8pm.  The place was packed and we waited for the start, and waited….  The stage was all set and we didn’t understand the delay.

The band finally took the stage at 8:35pm.  Not a big deal – they sounded good and the music was well mixed and produced.  And then, at 9:05pm, a solid 30 minutes into the concert, Ian McCullough, the lead singer, mumbled in an unintelligible northern English accent, that they were taking a 20 minute break.  That was it for me.  Rude and disrespectful of their audience.  Never again.  I hopped in an Uber home.  If the Rolling Stones can play for 2 hours straight at 80, then Echo and the Bunnymen can do more than 30 minutes at 60.

And another thing…what’s with the back lighting only?  We couldn’t see anyone’s face – just their silhouette – again, just rude!

Oh well, lesson learned.  Here’s my favourite of their songs:

I’m back to reading again, finally.  My book was “Listen for the Lie” by Amy Tintera.  I haven’t chuckled as much at a book in a long time.  Wonderfully written.  I suppose when Stephen King is gushing about a book, it’s worth reading.  Here’s some online chatter about the book.

“A world-class whodunit.”
―Stephen King

“An extremely successful high-wire act, balancing between dark comedy and darker thrills.”
―Alex Michaelides, #1 New York Times bestselling author

“Laugh-out-loud funny, thrilling and twisty…”
―Liane Moriarty, #1 New York Times bestselling author

What if you thought you murdered your best friend? And if everyone else thought so too? And what if the truth doesn’t matter?

After Lucy is found wandering the streets, covered in her best friend Savvy’s blood, everyone thinks she is a murderer. Lucy and Savvy were the golden girls of their small Texas town: pretty, smart, and enviable. Lucy married a dream guy with a big ring and an even bigger new home. Savvy was the social butterfly loved by all, and if you believe the rumors, especially popular with the men in town. It’s been years since that horrible night, a night Lucy can’t remember anything about, and she has since moved to LA and started a new life.

But now the phenomenally huge hit true crime podcast “Listen for the Lie,” and its too-good looking host Ben Owens, have decided to investigate Savvy’s murder for the show’s second season. Lucy is forced to return to the place she vowed never to set foot in again to solve her friend’s murder, even if she is the one that did it.

The truth is out there, if we just listen.

Something tasty from the wonderful Robbie Robertson:

Something poignant from Loudon Wainwright (such an amazing songwriter):

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all!

“French Quarter Fest, and other musical highlights”

Oh no, it happened again.  I’ve fallen behind on these posts.  And now I have a cast on my right hand and struggle to type.  So…the next few posts will be short on words.

Our flight attendant friend, Amy, was in town on Tuesday for a layover.  We met up for a delicious dinner at Kingfish, and then a cocktail in the lovely Peychaud’s patio.

We experienced a large storm on Wednesday – tornadoes doing a lot of damage in nearby towns.  Our only casualty was the jasmine plant on the side wall – blown down by high winds.

The weather improved significantly on Thursday, and we enjoyed French Quarter Festival – a free music and food festival with stages around the Quarter.

We started with Lena Prima at Jackson Square.  She’s the daughter of Louis Prima, a famous singer from the 50s and 60s.

Her Tom Jones medley was a crowd pleaser.

We walked over to a river front stage and saw Alex McMurray put on a great show:

That was followed by the Cuban Latin fusion of Los Guiros.  Such a great variety of music:

Chris Thomas King’s blues skills were the last offering we caught at that stage:

We moved to the large stage and caught fun sets from Bonerama (4 trombones) and Ivan Neville and friends with a fun Talking Heads cover:

We spent a bit of time at the festival again on Friday, catching the wonderful New Orleans Suspects:

Diana attended our neighbour, Augie’s, 3rd birthday on Friday afternoon.

Kenny and Kara joined us at the Maple Leaf on Friday night for the South Austin Moonlighters.  A very talented band from Austin.  Their guitars and harmonies were awesome:

What an amazing few days of enjoyable and varied music.  One of the big reasons that we live here.

Saturday was a rest day, and then we met the Krewe to celebrate Denny’s birthday and watch the Pelicans basketball.

My book was “The Comedians” by Graham Greene.  Here’s an online summary:

“Haiti, under the rule of Papa Doc and his menacing paramilitary, the Tontons Macoute, has long been abandoned by tourists. Now it is home to corrupt capitalists, foreign ambassadors and their lonely wives—and a small group of enterprising strangers rocking into port on the Dutch cargo ship, Medea: a well-meaning pair of Americans claiming to bring vegetarianism to the natives; a former jungle fighter in World War II Burma and current confidence man; and an English hotelier returning home to the Trianon, an unsalable shell of an establishment on the hills above the capital. Each is embroiled in a charade. But when they’re unsuspectingly bound together in this nightmare republic of squalid poverty, torrid love affairs, and impending violence, their masks will be stripped away.”

I really do enjoy some of the descriptions very much:

“Mr. Smith, who wore a shabby raincoat turned up to guard his large innocent hairy ears, was pacing the deck behind us, one lock of white hair standing up like a television aerial in the wind, and a travelling-rug carried over his arm.”

An exchange that reminded me of all the hassle associated with Louisiana and the Napoleonic law structure:

“Then he ought to be brought before a magistrate and put on bail.  i will stand bail for any reasonable amount.”

“Bail?” the Minister said.  “Bail?” He turned to me with a gesture of appeal from his cigar.  “What is bail?”

“A kind of gift to the state if a prisoner should not return for trial.  It can be quite a substantial amount.”  I added.

“You’ve heard of Habeas Corpus, I suppose,” Mr. Smith said.

“Yes.  Yes.  Of course.  But I have forgotten so much of my Latin.  Virgil.  Homer.  I regret that I no longer have time to study.”

I said to Mr. Smith, “The basis of the law here is supposed to be the Code Napoleon.”

“The Code Napoleon?”

“There are certain differences from the Anglo-Saxon law.  Habeas Corpus is one of them.”

“A man has to be charged surely.”

The origin of the title:

“There’s something about him I don’t believe, not altogether.  I was reminded, when I talked to him, of a time when I was young and I persuaded a London restaurant to take me on because I could talk French – I said I’d been a waiter at Fouquet’s.  I was expecting all the time that someone would call my bluff, but no one did.  I made a quick sale of myself, like a reject with the price-label stuck over the flaw.  And again, not so long ago, I sold myself just as successfully as an art expert – no one called my bluff then either.  I wonder sometimes whether Jones isn’t playing the same game.  I remember looking at him one night on the boat from America – it was after the ship’s concert – and wondering, are you and I both comedians?”

The ambassador said, “Come on, cheer up, let us all be comedians together.  Take one of my cigars.  Help yourself at the bar.  My Scotch is good.  Perhaps even Papa Doc is a comedian.”

“The ambassador said, “We mustn’t complain too much of being comedians – it’s an honourable profession.  If only we could be good ones the world might gain at least a sense of style.  We have failed – that’s all.  We are bad comedians, we aren’t bad men.”

I always enjoy Greene’s work, and this one is pretty relevant now, given the disaster that is Haiti.

No more music this week.

Coexist peacefully, with patience and compassion for all!

“Freret Street Fest”

Monday and Tuesday were quiet days, and we relaxed with a couple of good movies.  “Tyson’s Run” is about an autistic child who takes up running and wins a marathon race.

“Mending the Line” is about the healing effect of fly fishing for soldiers with PTSD.

I recommend both of these.

My barber, Derek, had mentioned they were going to be filming some of Spinal Tap II near the shop on Wednesday afternoon.  Diana and I took a wander down and, sure enough, they had converted a store front into a “cheese and guitars” shop.  I think that’s the director, Rob Reiner, that you can see inside the shop.

Kenny joined us in Lafayette Square on Wednesday evening for the regular concert series.  A couple of bands perform every Wednesday for a couple of months until it gets too hot.

Trumpet Mafia opened for RAM de Haiti.  I had heard a little of Trumpet Mafia and was interested to check out some more.  Impressive jazz musicians with a little bit too much noodling to show off skills that didn’t feel overly musical to me.  When the group played as an ensemble it sounded good.

DJ El Camino, Anne’s friend Marlena’s husband, performed during the turn over between bands.

Diana got us some food from “Plate” restaurant, a tapas place we’ve been meaning to try.   The smoked fish dip and lamb skewer were both very good.  We listened to a couple of songs from RAM (horns mixed at a much better level than at Fete Francaise) and then headed home.  It’s always good to travel downtown with Kenny – we get VIP parking at the closest fire station.  “Always got a spot for you, Chief.”

Neffie and Shaun arrived in the wee hours of Friday morning, driving from Dallas after work.  We let them sleep in and then had a late lunch at the Columns.

Probably the best  burger in town at the Columns.

Diana convinced Shaun and Neffie to join her for some oysters at Superior Seafood and I relaxed at home and regrouped for the evening.

We enjoyed Tom Fitzpatrick’s Sax and the City at Dos Jefes cigar bar.  A really good group of musicians.

Saturday was Freret Street Festival – about 10 blocks of Freret, a unique shopping and dining street, are closed off for three stages and many arts, crafts, and food tents.

We wandered down to the far stage on Napoleon to see some of Valerie Sassyfrass – always hilarious.  Here’s the T-Rex song:

The krewe assembled during those performances:

I enjoyed the band after Valerie, Beach Angel:

We wandered down to Val’s for some lunch in the calm, inside section, and then retired to Kenny’s porch for a while.

Tootsie, Neffie’s dog, did provide some entertainment.  Weighing in at about two pounds, she really is hilarious.

We’re having a quiet Easter Sunday.  I’m cheering for Purdue as I write this – the game is a lot closer than I would like it to be.

A great song about New Orleans from Steve Earle:

Something new from New Orleans born Mary Gauthier:

I hadn’t heard this early Steve Miller song before – can you hear the start of him working out “Fly Like an Eagle?”

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all!

“Vampyres and Fete Francaise”

I took cousin Colin to the French Quarter on Monday, while Diana had an appointment around lunchtime.  He really wanted to try the Vampyre Apothecary and so we stopped there to check it out.  I didn’t believe they were selling a dozen oysters for $6 during Happy Hour – but it is legit.

Colin was in search of Vampyre souvenirs for friends back in Greenville.  So we visited the store so he could pick up t-shirts and blood bags.

We rambled through the quarter a bit, down Bourbon with a stop at Jean Lafitte’s blacksmith shop, back over to Royal, stopped into a gastro pub for a light snack, and decided on where to meet Diana for lunch.

We did make a quick stop into the Dirty Coast t-shirt store:

I chose Saint John and Diana met us there.  They were actually serving a brunch menu – unusual for a Monday.  Diana was able to talk them into giving her the steak tartare from the dinner menu, and Colin enjoyed a breakfast po-boy.

We tried to visit the “Almost Rock ‘n Roll Gallery” that Steve, Andy and Jude’s friend, runs just down from the restaurant.  Alas – a sign in the window saying they are closing and everything is 50% off.  We do have a few weeks to make a purchase if we find something we like.

An Uber home to rest up a bit, and then off to Dos Jefes in the evening for John Fohl.

Here’s John performing “Bet you didn’t see it coming:”

I think Colin really enjoyed the casual Dos Jefes vibe.

We dropped him at the airport early on Tuesday morning and then really “enjoyed” the rush hour traffic back into downtown.  Diana enjoyed Happy Hour with the girls at Wine on Oak in the evening.

Wednesday and Thursday were pretty mellow work days.  We did watch the new movie “Irish Wish.”  This was a corny and predictable Lindsay Lohan vehicle that I found strangely funny and enjoyable.  Must have been in the right mood.

On Friday, we decided on Elizabeth Street café at the Saint Vincent hotel for Happy Hour.  This is the sister restaurant of the Vietnamese place of the same name on First Street in Austin.  I always loved their banh-mi sandwiches.

Happy Hour here is a good deal, $5 off cocktails and half off all food. We enjoyed French negronis and chili oil dumplings.  The garden outside seating is very relaxed and pleasant.  It’s about a mile stroll from our home – just right.  On the walk, we noticed “Molly’s House.”  I texted a picture to my future daughter in law.

Reply:

“You bought me a house.”

“I knew I was your favorite.”

Funny Molly!

Next on our agenda was Wild South.  This is a brand new tasting menu restaurant that has been open less than three weeks.  I read a rave review from the newspaper food critic.  You can reserve bar seating and order from an a la carte menu, if not prepared to commit to the full tasting.  It was a bit of work to find the place, which does not have a sign.  We persevered and were welcomed in by Brian with a complimentary cider that he has been enjoying lately.  The tasting menu was very inviting.  Diana tried to convince me, but we would not have been able to do it justice after our earlier snack.  See what you think:

The a la carte menu includes a couple of the lighter dishes from the tasting one.  We enjoyed tuna nduja, shrimp salsa, and fish pieces.  All excellent.  We’ll certainly have the full menu next time.  Alex was a lovely bartender – very patient and knowledgeable as Diana selected a white wine.

It’s always pleasant when a place that is delivering such high quality is also casual, relaxed and welcoming.

On our hike back home, I pointed out District coffee, one of my places for a yummy breakfast biscuit.  They had an ice cream banner out front, and so..

The ice cream was really good.  Just as well, as we think it’s been over a decade since Diana had any – would be a shame to break that record for something average.  We walked home up Philip Street – so many pretty, historical houses lit up at night.  We’ll call our Friday afternoon and evening activity a “Lower Garden District ramble.”  Our first of many.

Saturday began with a couple of laps around Audubon park.  Then we parked the BBB at the Kingpin and walked over to Fete Francaise, the annual fundraiser for the local bilingual French school.  Most of the krewe met us there, and we enjoyed some moules frites and a set by local heroes, Galactic:

Galactic were followed by a very interesting group called RAM de Haiti.  Thom has seen them a couple of times at an old hotel in Port du Prince in Haiti.  They are based here just now due to all the trouble in their homeland.  Polyrhythms, punk guitar, big horns like the annoying things at soccer matches, and a saxophone – quite the entertainment.

Here are the horns:

Next up – a short walk back to the Kingpin for the free Saturday afternoon show featuring John Papa Gros.  I really enjoyed his solo piano set:

What a lovely day of excellent free music.  Time to relax on the couch and enjoy the NCAA basketball tournament – Texas versus Tennessee.  I did manage to walk over seven miles on Saturday.

Diana decided to play tennis with the girls on Sunday morning.  In a weak moment, I volunteered to drive her over – for an 8 am start.  I picked her up around 10am at Kenny and Kara’s home, and then we did a run through the grocery store.  Now I’m watching Purdue versus Utah State – I have Purdue to win the entire tournament in my pool.  They seem to be pulling ahead nicely.

Finn shared this picture of Holly’s Iranian New Year table setting.  New Year was on Wednesday and it is traditional to set a table with little things that symbolize good fortune for the year ahead.

Nothing much to report on the reading front this week.  I did add a lot of exciting upcoming new releases to my list.  I’m also going to revisit the Graham Greene book that features the hotel where RAM de Haiti played for Thom.

The Black Crowes are back with their first album in fifteen years:

I haven’t listened to much of it yet, but this one sounds good.

Some old and great stuff from the same band:

And finally, from a band co-founded by John Fohl:

Coexist peacefully, with patience and kindness for all!

“Watch out for cabbages”

We made a fun trip to City Hall on Monday afternoon.  In order to get a homestead exemption for property taxes, both homeowners need to show up with driver license and an electric bill (water bill doesn’t work.)  A lot more work than in Texas.  We entered the building via a side door and chuckled when walking past all the metal detectors and security at the main door – typical New Orleans.  Once we sat down, the whole process took less than five minutes.

I had my teeth cleaned at the new dentist we found through Kelly on Wednesday.  I was pleased with the thorough job.  Kenny met me for lunch afterwards.  We tried Mint on Freret (Vietnamese) and I was very happy with my lemongrass chicken banh mi.  The French bread was wonderful.  Cooper Manning was having lunch there – making it two sightings of him in a week.

I finally dropped off the four bags of Mardi Gras throws that have been in the trunk for a while at Whole Foods for recycling.

I watched the Netflix series “The Gentlemen” by Guy Richie over a couple of days – didn’t love it but it was entertaining.

We picked cousin Colin up at the airport on Thursday evening and fed him jambalaya to welcome him back to New Orleans.

I worked on Friday morning and then we took Colin for the Commanders Palace lunch experience – including the 25 cent martinis.  They had a corned beef special for St. Patrick’s day – served on brioche bread with a poached egg on top.  Colin wasn’t able to pass that up and really enjoyed it.  I had my usual turtle soup, stuffed quail, and bread pudding soufflé.

In the afternoon, Diana and I worked on preparations for our St. Patrick’s parade watching party.  Three full trays of cottage pie, haggis, dips, etc.

We had a great turnout on Saturday afternoon for the Irish Channel parade.  There must have been thirty or forty folks through the house.

They still drop cabbages from the floats:

Some of the silly boys thought they would entertain Diana with hats decorated with silverware – reminding her that they swapped the drawers around on their last visit, and causing a squeak.  Kenny appears to have fixed the squeak for now.

It has been very rainy so far today, so we just gave Colin a quick driving tour.  Very few people out at the Tracey’s and Parasols block party so far.

I started a collection of Flannery O’Connor short stories this week.  The first one is “The Geranium”, a pretty controversial story due to the racist views held by Old Dudley who moves from the South to stay with his daughter in New York.  I ready strong articles for and against the story.  It was originally published in 1946 and was part of O’ Connors’ Masters thesis.

Let’s start with the Irish classic:

Charles Lloyd released an excellent new album this week, at the age of 86.  He has such a massive discography.

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all!

“Cigar Box Guitars”

On Tuesday evening, we drove over to visit Merry Lee and Jeff at their condominium in the Warehouse District.  It’s very modern and comes with lots of nice amenities – pool, bike room, gym, game room etc.  The Superdome is just a couple of hundred yards away.

It’s quite the opposite of a Garden District home built in 1860.  It’s nice that we’re just a five minute drive apart.

We had planned to eat at Tito’s on St. Charles, but with the bitter cold, decided on something very close to the condo.  Merry Lee organized Maypop.  This is how they describe their food:

“Our dishes are inspired by the vibrant, diverse culture of New Orleans and the Gulf Coast, creating unique flavors and bringing a contemporary, locally-sourced twist to classic Southern-Asian dishes.”

The food was different,  interesting, and very tasty.  We tried the satsuma octopus and tuna appetizers.  I had the spaghetti with crab – absolutely delicious with great broth to sop up with the Roti bread.  Here are the appetizer and dinner menus:

The restaurant was quite modern and almost industrial looking:

It was well below freezing on Tuesday night and so we had all the taps dripping overnight.  No damage so far. Phew!  The New Orleanians never lack for humour – here’s the Mardi Gras beads being utilized as snow chains:

The next couple of days were cold, but not as cold, and so we stayed inside for the most part.  Things warmed up on Thursday and I suggested that we go for an afternoon walk.  We wandered down the street car line on St. Charles – enjoying watching folks setting up their front yard viewing platforms for the parades.  They go to quite a bit of work to make sure they are appropriately decorated.  Next week I’ll share a picture of the Mardi Gras flag and decorations that we have on the front of the house.  Right when we arrived at Jefferson Ave., about 1.5 miles from home, the heavens opened.  I had just a t-shirt and jeans on and got completely drenched very quickly.  We ducked under the library porch and waited for the heaviest rain to pass.  I was hoping to jump a streetcar back to Washington Ave., but none came.  Oh well, let’s make the 1.5 mile trek home in the drizzle and light rain.  I did check the forecast and radar minutes before our walk – how can a huge downpour be missed like that?

Diana met up with Merry Lee on Friday.  They walked from our home down to Magazine for a sushi lunch at Sake Café.  The Chihuly glass sculptures coming down form the ceiling caught McD’s attention.  We did a walking tour of those at the Dallas Arboretum that was really something.

They wandered through several shops after lunch but didn’t purchase too much.  Not knowing the weather for Mardi Gras makes it tough to decide.

We were double booked on Saturday – we had tickets to the New Orleans Cigar Box Guitar festival and the Chewbacchus parade was happening – with Kara, Nina, and Debra all walking as Wonder Women.  I’ll talk about the Cigar Box event first.

This was a three day festival with cigar box guitar nerds from around the world exchanging tunes and tips.  Argentina, France, and all over the United States were represented.  It was nice to observe the close knit community they have developed over the years.  The event ran from 3pm until 6pm, an hour for dinner, and then 7pm until 10pm.  Here’s one of the early set performers – he was working really hard.

We walked a few blocks to Manolito, a tiny Cuban restaurant for dinner.  Here’s what they say about themselves and their name:

Our dinner and drinks were excellent as always from this little, delicious place.  Kenny thinks their banana daiquiri is the best he’s had.  His brother owns several daiquiri shops on Bourbon St. – quite a different drink!

The second cigar box set was excellent – starting out with the New Orleans based Cigar Box Serenaders.  Sounds like something you might here in the Spotted Cat Music Club on Frenchman Street – but precisely executed:

That was a dresser drawer bass and a drum kit of pails and coffee cans.  Very  clever.

After this set, we braved the cold wind to watch a bit of the parade.  No sign of Kara and the Wonder Women amongst the 3,000 walking participants:

Kenny and I returned to the inside and warmth pretty quickly, while Diana did her best to wait for the Wonder Women.  After 45 minutes, she was back inside for this treat:

Memphis Lightning had huge energy and amazing guitar skills, capped off by his demonstration of being able to play guitar with both his right and left hands on this crazy double neck cigar box guitar.

We stayed for a couple of songs of the final act, Erin Coburn.  A pretty lady who took us by surprise with a very heavy and noisy set to finish out the night.  We left after a couple of songs.  What an eclectic and somewhat typical NOLA day.

During the week, Billy (handyman), dropped off some delicious gumbo for us.  Would a handyman in McKinney ever do that – no way.  That’s on top of the fresh crabs and sauce he dropped off last week.  I showed him my diagnosis on one of the faucet leaks – needs a new O-ring here:

We figured out the other leak as well.  Kohler provides lifetime free replacement parts – so this should be with me for installation next week.  We’ll see how I do.  Better than a very expensive replacement faucet if I can make it work reliably.  The service from Kohler was amazing (a total contrast from Thermador) – I would recommend them to anyone that plans to have their products for a few years – free replacement parts and instructions.

I’ve just watched the NFC Divisional game between Detroit and Atlanta – a really competitive game that the Lions won.  Just when I’ve almost put the Cowboys disappointment behind me, another online joke picture comes along:

I was reading some New Orleans history – particularly about some of the great writers who have lived here.  Most notably, Tennessee Williams, who wrote “A Streetcar Named Desire” while living here and remained until his death.  And of course, Anne Rice and her vampire novels, written in a house just around the corner from us.  I was taken with an explanation of where the title, “A Confederacy of Dunces” , came from.  This is the title of a well known New Orleans based book by John Kennedy Toole.  The book’s title comes from Jonathan Swift’s essay “Thoughts on Various Subjects, Moral and Diverting”: When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.

I really didn’t love “The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store.”  I tried, given so many number one best of the year reviews.  Way too many insignificant and underdeveloped characters – I almost had to make a chart to keep up with them all.  The main characters in a story like this need to be more fully developed.  I almost felt like McBride was trying to appeal to every ethnic and religious group.  Did any of you really enjoy this book?

I sampled a decent amount of “Let Us Descend” by Jesmyn Ward.  Really not my scene at all.

All the rave reviews:

“OPRAH’S BOOK CLUB PICK • Instant New York Times Bestseller • Shortlisted for the 2024 Carnegie Medal for Excellence

From Jesmyn Ward—the two-time National Book Award winner, youngest winner of the Library of Congress Prize for American Fiction, and MacArthur Fellow—comes a haunting masterpiece, sure to be an instant classic, about an enslaved girl in the years before the Civil War.

“‘Let us descend,’ the poet now began, ‘and enter this blind world.’” —Inferno, Dante Alighieri
 
Let Us Descend is a reimagining of American slavery, as beautifully rendered as it is heart-wrenching. Searching, harrowing, replete with transcendent love, the novel is a journey from the rice fields of the Carolinas to the slave markets of New Orleans and into the fearsome heart of a Louisiana sugar plantation.”

This was just too harsh for me to bear.  I know it’s historically accurate, but not what I need to spend my free time reading about.

This is the first time in a long time that I’ve returned two books to the library unfinished.  I infer that I need to stop following the “best of” reviews.

Let’s start with a fantastic song from the Kinks.

“You can see all the stars as you walk down Hollywood Boulevard
Some that you recognize, some that you’ve hardly even heard of
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain”

To honour the passing of Shane McGowan.  We loved seeing him at Tipitinas last year:

And finally, something from the king of “laid back.”  Found it on a Spotify J.J. Cale radio station:

Coexist peacefully, with patience and compassion for all!