Week in Review – May 18th, 2025

“A Normal Week”

I’m not sure what a normal week is these days.  But this seemed like one.

On Monday, I visited Tony to get my hearing aids cleaned and adjusted.  As is typical, we spent the first 30 minutes talking about who we had seen performing at jazzfest and veered off into other musical discussions.  The only problem was that my appointment was only for 30 minutes, the poor guy behind me had to wait a while.

I took advantage of being in Metarie (a solid 6 miles away, but seems like a totally different place than New Orleans, and we complain about having to drive that far) to make a Trader Joe’s visit.  Diana was quite impressed with the fullness of the fridge on return.

We followed up our trivia win last Tuesday with 2nd place this week.  We were quite pleased with ourselves.

Diana arrived home at 1:20am on Wednesday morning.  She had delayed flights and had to sprint through DFW airport to catch her flight to New Orleans.  I couldn’t sleep until I knew she was home.  Thankfully I didn’t have any “important” work to do on Wednesday.

Wednesday was health care day.  I had my teeth cleaned – good report of no issues.  Then I drove Diana to an appointment over at the Jefferson hospital complex – less than 5 miles away and less than a 15 minute drive, but again it feels like a long way to us these days.  We routinely drove 30 minutes to do anything at all in Dallas, but things change when you can walk to most everything you need.

Coming back from the store, we ran into this second line parade on Prytania Avenue.  There a lot of weddings in May, and it did seem a bit hot for them to be walking too far in those fancy outfits.

Diana suggested a route around the parade to avoid following it all the way home – good thinking D.

The Prytania movie theater shows a classic movie each week at 10am on Sunday and Wednesday.  This week was “Moonstruck” with Cher and Nicholas Cage.

The talks before the movie starts are a very enjoyable part of this experience.  The detail and background provided on this occasion was very impressive.  I have no idea how the gentleman memorized all that he shared.

My big take away was that I didn’t remember the film being so funny and corny.

After the movie we had lunch at our old standby – Juan’s Flying Burrito.

My book this week was “Wild Dark Shore” by Charlotte McConaghy.  This is a murder mystery set on a remote island near Antarctica, but it’s a lot more than that.  I learned about emergency seed banks, and lots of nature, including deep details about penguins.  A very good read.

“A family on a remote island. A mysterious woman washed ashore. A rising storm on the horizon.

Dominic Salt and his three children are caretakers of Shearwater, a tiny island not far from Antarctica. Home to the world’s largest seed bank, Shearwater was once full of researchers, but with sea levels rising, the Salts are now its final inhabitants. Until, during the worst storm the island has ever seen, a woman mysteriously washes ashore.

Isolation has taken its toll on the Salts, but as they nurse the woman, Rowan, back to strength, it begins to feel like she might just be what they need. Rowan, long accustomed to protecting herself, starts imagining a future where she could belong to someone again.

But Rowan isn’t telling the whole truth about why she set out for Shearwater. And when she discovers sabotaged radios and a freshly dug grave, she realizes Dominic is keeping his own secrets. As the storms on Shearwater gather force, they all must decide if they can trust each other enough to protect the precious seeds in their care before it’s too late―and if they can finally put the tragedies of the past behind them to create something new, together.

A novel of breathtaking twists, dizzying beauty, and ferocious love, Wild Dark Shore is about the impossible choices we make to protect the people we love, even as the world around us disappears.”

I really enjoy this band – always a little bit different:

Something folky and quiet:

And finally, a song from 1976, back when the music could play for over a minute before the vocals start – not suitable for the attention spans of today:

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all!

 

Week in Review – May 4th, 2025

“The Days Between”

Monday was a busy day, packed with a variety of activities.  Things kicked off with my colonoscopy in the morning – no findings and so I don’t need to repeat the joy of the preparation for another 10 years.

Since it had been so long since I had eaten, Diana drove me to Juan’s Flying Burrito (excellent comfort food) where we feasted on crawfish queso – yum, followed by a breakfast chorizo burrito for me – even had some leftovers.

Our financial advisor, Paul, came over to the house in the afternoon to pick up a check and to give Diana an overview of the stuff she had missed while in California.  It’s nice to have Paul just around the corner from us – a quick walk.

“Shorty Fest” is an annual fundraiser for the Trombone Shorty Academy, which provides a free music education class for local students, with meals and transportation provided.  The event is held at Tipitinas with a free outdoor street party prior.  We enjoyed the three Academy bands (beginner, intermediate, and advanced.)  Here’s something from the advanced level:

Stanton Moore inducted the local drummer, Shannon Powell, into the Tips walk of fame:

And then my favourite part, the battle of the bands.  Two high school bands face each other and try to outplay each other.  See what you think about them:

What do you think?  In my opinion, both were very good, with the second band having a slight edge, but that may just be due to where I was standing.  I love that there are so many amazing brass bands in New Orleans.

I almost forgot this character.  I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anyone put as much oomph into playing the bass drum:

Quite the eventful Monday.

Tuesday began with a couple of laps around Audubon park.  Then it was back over to Tipitinas.  I had seen the annual Zildjian jam advertised between prior Jazzfest weekends and never managed to attend as it’s held in the afternoon.  Semi-retirement to the rescue!  Here’s a little history on the Zildjian company:

The company was founded in Constantinople in 1623 by Avedis Zildjian, an Armenian. Zildjian is now based in Norwell, Massachusetts. Zildjian is the oldest manufacturer of musical instruments in the world as well as one of the oldest continuously operating companies in the world. Zildjian sells cymbals, drumsticks, percussion mallets and other drum accessories under the Zildjian, Vic Firth and Balter Mallet brands.

Very impressive.  Two members of the family were on stage for some short commentary.

The event featured an outstanding house band, including Ivan Neville, Ian Neville, and Tony Hall.  A host of drummers took turns coming out to play a song with the house band.  This was amazing – so much musical variety and different styles of drumming.  Tif Lamson sang and played the drums, she most recently was part of Shania Twain’s band:

Nikki Glaspie is a local, multi-talented musician.  Here she drummed and sang backup:

I really enjoyed the elder statesman of the group, Ricky Sebastian:

And finally, showing off for the drummer audience, Stanton Moore takes it to another level:

What a great way to spend an afternoon.  I enjoyed telling the guys at trivia on Tuesday evening what they had missed.  We came in fourth place, not horrible but we aim for a top three position.  There was a question about what liquor comes in yellow and green versions – this reminded me of my visit to the Chartreuse distillery in France as a youngster.

Diana came across these characters just wandering down St. Charles avenue on  Wednesday morning.  We have no idea where they could have been coming from our going to.

I don’t think that I’ve seen chicks with those spotted markings.

We met Kara and Kenny for a late lunch/early dinner at Peche – wonderful again on our second visit, and then walked to Lafayette Square for the free Wednesday evening concert, featuring Sunpie and Eric Lindell.

Kara seems to be having fun.  Lindell put on a good show, featuring Derek Huston on saxophone – I’m glad they made up.

A third day in a row with good music.

A visit to the New Orleans Athletic Club started our Thursday.  In the evening we made a visit to the Bouligny tavern – Diana was there recently with Kara, and it’s been way too long since I visited.  They play vinyl records, make good drinks, and have great food, sharing a kitchen with Lilette next door.  The bartender was mildly grumpy to start but we quickly got her onside.  Conversation turned to our travels back and forward to Pacifica – “Oh, I know where that is, I used to go to parties at Jim’s house down on Pedro Point.”  We wondered if that was the same Jim that paddleboards with Adamo and Luciano.  Some quick texting revealed that it was indeed the same Jim.  What are the odds?  The odds got even slimmer when the newly arrived second bartender asked, “Pacifica, isn’t that the one with the Taco Bell on the beach?”

We returned to Jazzfest on Friday.  Diana really wanted to see the country star Luke Combs, and she should get to choose every once in a while.  The Deslondes kicked off the action on the main stage with the best song that I heard at the fest, a cover of J.J. Cale’s “Drifting Wife”:

Mark Broussard followed and didn’t quite seem to have his usual powerful voice.  We read the next morning that he had to cut his set short and apparently was suffering from dehydration.  He still did a good job:

We met the boys at Congo Square to see some of B.I.M. (Benin International Musical).  They have an unusual sound – afro beat mixed with some other styles.

From there we wandered over to the Lagniappe stage and saw Kristin Diable (very good) :

Kristin was followed by 007 – a ska band featuring Alex McMurray and friends that were celebrating 25 years:

We popped into the Gospel tent on our way back to the main stage and caught this gem from Irma Thomas (now 83):

And now it was time for the main event (at least in Diana’s eyes) – Luke Combs.  I admit that he pleased the crowd with hit after hit, sounded good, and put on a very professional show.  A lady next to us commented on how much she was enjoyed Diana enjoying the music – indeed she was:

We stayed for about fifty minutes and then caught some of The Wailers featuring Julian Marley at Congo Square, on our way to Gentilly:

A fun filled day ended at Gentilly with Joan Jett and the Blackhearts.  Still sounding great and pleasing the crowd with all the hits in her sixties.  I really enjoyed this show, a great way to finish out the 2025 edition of Jazzfest.

I dropped Diana at the airport on Sunday for her flight to San Francisco to prepare for Clorinda’s funeral services.  Meanwhile, at St Columba’s church in Stewarton, Scotland, Hamish was being christened.  I hear he listened intently to the minister (George) and didn’t even flinch when anointed with the holy water.

Coexist peacefully, with patience and kindness for all!

Week in Review – April 27th 2025

“Return to Jazzfest”

We started a big music week with a visit to Chickie Wah Wah to see Luke Winslow King.  I first saw him on the Lagniappe stage in the Paddock at a Jazzfest many years ago, and then found out that my friends, Vince and Lori, know him well and have hosted him at their home when he played nearby.  The club was not crowded at all and had rare cocktail tables in front of the stage – so we were comfortable and had an excellent view.

That’s Roberto Luti playing the tasty blues slide guitar with Luke.  He’s originally from Italy and met washboard Chaz when visiting New Orleans.  The two made some recordings together and then got major visibility in the “Playing for Change” video of “The Weight” – well worth a few minutes to watch:

And here they are when Chaz joined them for a few songs:

We headed out early on Thursday for “Locals Day” at Jazzfest.  Tickets are heavily discounted for folks with a credit card tied to a local address.  Camp was established at the Gentilly stage and we listened to Flow Tribe, Bonerama, and some of the Iceman Special.

It was no bother to be at the front for Flow Tribe before the crowds arrived.

Jazzfest is about amazing food as well as music.  Diana got us the trio, the first thing we ate at Jazzfest when we started attending, and consisting of a crawfish sack, and oyster pattie and shrimp beignets.  Yum.  Later in the day she also brought meat pies.

We migrated to the Congo Square stage to see Groupo Fantasma – a Mexican flavoured band from Austin, Texas.

I tried to watch Derek Huston doing an interview but went to the wrong place.  Diana did find it and really enjoyed the interview.  I saw the Forgotten Souls brass band at the stage I chose incorrectly.  I think the best brass band I heard all day.

The Fais Do Do stage always makes me smile – folks doing the Cajun two step (apparently different than the Texas version.)

Diana and Kenny walked over to the main stage to see John Fogerty, while I caught some of Goose, a new jamband to me, at Gentilly.  I made my way over to Fogerty and caught several classic songs.  He was having so much fun onstage and is amazing for someone turning 80 next month.

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Denny and Anne joined us to catch some Fogerty.

A wonderful day with almost perfect weather came to a close.

Look at the headline on the Friday morning newspaper.  Keith Spera (music columnist) agreed with us about the Fogerty show:

Saturday began with a longer than anticipated walk for coffee.  I had planned to visit French Truck coffee, but there was a long line.  Kept wandering down Magazine to Trumpet and Drum – even longer line.  Finally Undergrowth coffee made us delicious iced beverages for our longer than expected walk back down Coliseum street to home.

We met Denny and Anne for a delicious lunch at La Petite Grocery (LPG) before Anne headed back to Florida on Saturday afternoon.  We all loved our food – sweet potato soup, LPG burger, gnocchi, and tagliatelle with alligator.

We watched the first episode of “Secrets of the Penguins” on Hulu and it looks like this going to be an entertaining and educational series.

Sunday was a very quiet day for me – only clear liquids all day in preparation for my colonoscopy on Monday.  Ugh!

I’ve forgotten to share Will’s achievement with you these last few busy weeks.  He was a recipient of the “Founder’s award” at the getaway for the top performers:

I finished “All Fours” by Miranda July this week.  This book did not finish as it started – I was very pleased with the early section last week.  The last two thirds of the book were almost unreadable for me, but I slogged on.  Slow, vulgar, and with no real point.  Like when Philip Roth or John Updike tried to shock you for a paragraph or two but dragged out by July for a hundred or more pages.  Not recommended.  I asked Kelly (our resident literature guru) what she thought – “HATED IT!”  I’m not alone, and we both wonder what’s wrong with all those gushing reviewers.

I needed a palate cleanser after that, and so have made it most of the way through “My Darling Boy” by John Dufresne.  I’ll share the online summary now and return with some of my favourite passages next week:

“A brilliant and gut-wrenching novel about a father and son from a “master” (Lee Martin) of the tragi-comic.

Known for his bold voice and unforgettable characters, John Dufresne tells the story of Olney, whose beloved son Cully collapses into addiction and vanishes into the chaotic netherworld of southern Florida. Aided by his terminally ill girlfriend and the colorful inhabitants of a local motel―including a doomsday prepper, an ex-nun, a pair of blind twins with an acute sense of smell, and a devoutly Catholic shelter worker―Olney sets out to save his son. Hilarious and devastating in equal measure, My Darling Boy is a hero’s quest for our time, a testament to families touched by the opioid crisis, and a remarkable achievement from one of our most talented, genre-bending authors.”

We’ll skip the music section this week, given all the coverage of that topic earlier.

Coexist peacefully, with patience and compassion for all!

Week in Review – April 20th, 2025

“Back Home in New Orleans”

We flew home from San Francisco to New Orleans on Sunday, and enjoyed a typical busy week.  Things kicked off with a Happy Hour for Denny’s birthday at The Husky on Monday afternoon.  This is a new steak restaurant on Freret street that we’ve been meaning to try.

The ambience, service, and food were all excellent.  What a great new place! We tried steak tartare, lamb lollipops and crispy mushroom appetizers. Diana and I split the Happy Hour special burger and fries – very tasty.  Denny had his own burger, and Jack had pasta a la vodka.

On Tuesday, we met Kenny for Happy Hour at the Audubon Clubhouse.  They had been advertising live music at 4:30pm on Tuesdays.  This place has a wonderful setting inside Audubon park and a very inviting porch.

We had a miserable experience and will never return.  From hostess, to bartender and ultimately the head waiter – all were horrible.  I assume this place makes money on events and folks that don’t know what good service looks like.  We left as soon as we finished our drinks and snacks.

We did not do well at trivia.  If Diana and I had been our own team, we would have been in a minimum of second place.  The team just wouldn’t listen to our suggestions on several questions – particularly mine on the last question that was worth 20 points.  Good fun all the same.

We were in the CBD (Central Business District) for a meeting with our estate lawyer on Wednesday afternoon.  Diana commented that she didn’t remember the last time she was in a high rise office building – it’s been a while for both of us.  After the meeting, we walked to Peche, a restaurant that we’ve been looking to try for a while.  Debra recommended it and her recommendations carry some weight, given her job as manager of Jaques-Imo’s.

We loved the small plates that we shared and will return soon.  The steak tartare and spicy ground shrimp noodles were very good, but the star of the show was a romaine salad that was grilled over an open wood flame – so much flavour.

On Wednesday evening, we joined Denny, Fred and Kelly at the Broadside for a performance by Lulu and the Broadsides.  They had seen Lulu before and raved about her voice.  We were both very pleasantly surprised.  A great voice and a great band in the Pavillion that has good acoustics.  Here is a song she wrote about New Orleans.

Some research revealed that Lulu is really Dayna Kurtz, who has quite an interesting back story.  Her songs have been recorded by Norah Jones and Bonnie Raitt, she has opened for many very popular bands, and has won well respected songwriting awards – who knew?  The band members are James Singleton (excellent bass player), Carol Nuccio, Robert Mache (unique guitar sound) and Glenn Hartman.

I made a trip over to Metairie on Thursday morning to meet with a health insurance broker.  My coverage expires when I retire, and the options and costs are quite daunting.  In the evening, Kenny and Thom joined me for the movie “Coastal” – a documentary about Neil Young’s most recent West Coast tour, directed by his wife, Daryl Hannah.

We all enjoyed the movie and forgot how sterile those massive AMC theater complexes feel.  We’re spoiled with the neighborhood Prytania and Broad theaters.

Diana met Kara at the Chloe on Friday afternoon, and then they rambled to Superior Seafood and down Magazine Street to the Bouligny Tavern.  Seemed like a very fun afternoon.

Kenny was coming over to “spend some time on the porch” with me while the ladies had their afternoon out.  That turned into Kenny, Denny, Greg, Alex, Thom, Aidan and Jack.  We had a good time catching up.

We got some exercise at the NOAC (New Orleans Athletic Club) on Saturday and then had a quiet day.  There were a couple of music opportunities but we needed to rest up a bit.

Easter Sunday brunch was at Elizabeth’s in the Bywater.  I had snoozed on making reservations anywhere and this place doesn’t take them – so we got there before 10am to get a table easily.

They always have very tasty specials.  Diana had the seafood salad and I had the boudin and eggs – the crawfish etouffee that was part of that dish was amazing.  And as usual, we had plenty of leftovers.

We walked off some of brunch in Audubon park in the afternoon.

I circulated this picture of Diana peeking out of an egg as an Easter “yoke.”  It was actually a dinosaur egg as part of an advertisement in a shopping mall in Glasgow.

 

 

 

I am increasingly frustrated with all the stuff that is locked up at Walgreens these days – even a stick of deodorant.  You have to push a button and wait a while for an employee to come and open it for you.  This cartoon from the New Yorker sums it up well:

It’s almost Jazzfest time again – and so I got the flag changed out.  As I was putting it up, some guys came by and had a chat about their memories from attending over the last 25 years.

In Las Vegas for the Dead and Company shows at the Sphere, Vince and Lori and friends took some time to drive race cars:

I didn’t spend a lot of time reading this week, and dabbled in three different books.  “Infinite Jest” continues to be very slow going, “The Hunter” by Tana French is reasonably light relief to that, and I just started “All Fours” by Miranda July.  This last book is described as being “acerbically clever”, and I agree, having laughed out loud several times already.

There is a wonderful new record out this week -“Audience with the Queen” by Galactic and Irma Thomas.  Thomas is 84 years old and sounds fantastic on all tracks, especially this one:

 

 

 

The album was recorded in a local studio that was previously a church, and it sounds amazing.  Here’s what Keith Spera said about it in the local newspaper:

https://www.nola.com/entertainment_life/keith_spera/irma-thomas-galactic-team-up-on-audience-with-the-queen/article_cd509fa3-beb2-4d0a-b24d-d1298d4d97d9.html

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all!

 

 

Week in Review – March 23rd, 2025

“Fete Francaise”

I helped Greg load Buttercup (our Mardi Gras float) from under Hugh’s house onto his truck.  Just a little bit too long, but made it home safely.

The Tuesday highlight was another Bayou Boys win at Dat Dog trivia.  Denny wasn’t able to make it – hmmm.  The equally good news – kevbot (our nemesis team) wasn’t in the top three.

I watched a movie later that evening, “Becoming Katherine Graham”:

Graham was the editor of the Washington Post during the controversial period of the Watergate investigations and the ultimate ousting of Nixon.  She stood up to Nixon and others who bullied her very effectively.

Movie matinee was my activity on Wednesday.  I visited the downtown Canal Plaza Prytania theaters for the first time to see “Becoming Led Zeppelin.”  Parking and getting to the theaters was much easier than anticipated.  There were a lot of very fancy shops around the theaters – I was not aware they even existed.

This was about the early days of the band and the studio work that brought Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones together.  I chuckled at a story about them playing on Shirley Bassey’s “Goldfinger.”  Dad was a big Shirley Bassey fan.  Highly recommended for fans of the band.

After the movie, I met Anne for lunch at the Columns – always a treat on a nice, sunny day.  Denny had made a mistake with his flight and wasn’t coming home until later in the day.

Sitting on the porch in the afternoon, Britney asked “Want to feel old, Keith?”  Then she showed me Augie’s “Class of 2039” banner.  We’ll be 75 when he graduates from high school.  Yes, Britney, you did make me feel old.  Here’s Augie in the shirt we brought him from Scotland:

Such a poseur.

Kenny and I attended Danny Barker fest at the Jazz Museum on Thursday.  This was a very pleasant festival – outside in the courtyard and not too busy.  Would you like to know about Danny Barker?  Okay – here’s an overview:

Danny Barker was born to a family of musicians in New Orleans in 1909, the grandson of bandleader Isidore Barbarin and nephew of drummers Paul Barbarin and Louis Barbarin. He took up clarinet and drums before switching to a ukulele that his aunt got him, and then a banjo from his uncle or a trumpeter named Lee Collins.

From 1939 to 1946, he frequently recorded with Cab Calloway, and started his own group featuring his wife Blue Lu Barker after leaving Calloway. On September 4, 1945, he recorded with Ohio‘s native jazz pianist, Sir Charles Thompson, and saxophonists Dexter Gordon and Charlie Parker.[1] In 1947, he was performing again with Lucky Millinder, and also with Bunk Johnson. He returned to working with Albert Nicholas in 1948 and in 1949 rejoined efforts with his wife in a group.

In 1965, Barker returned to New Orleans and took up a position as assistant to the curator of the New Orleans Jazz Museum. In 1970, he founded and led a church-sponsored brass band for young people—the Fairview Baptist Church Marching Band. Reverend Andrew Darby, Jr., the Pastor of Fairview Baptist Church commissioned ‘Brother’ Barker to form a Christian band, and Barker went throughout the neighborhood of the church enlisting young musicians. The Fairview band launched the careers of musicians who performed in brass band and mainstream jazz contexts, including Wynton Marsalis, Branford Marsalis, Leroy Jones, Kirk Joseph, Nicholas Payton, Shannon Powell, Lucien Barbarin, and Dr. Michael White, among others. As Joe Torregano—another Fairview band alumnus—described it, “That group saved jazz for a generation in New Orleans.

Here’s a couple of videos of Greg Stafford performing in the afternoon:

Kermit was up after Stafford.  I love this picture of Kermit and Danny Barker together years ago at French Quarter Fest:

Fete Francaise was on Saturday.  I always enjoy this small festival put on by the French bilingual school on Magazine Street.  They have food tents from local French restaurants and always very good music.  Anne suggested lunch at La Petite Grocery (right next to the festival location) as the tents often run out of the most desired food and drinks.  Lunch was great – I enjoyed the fusilli pasta with short rib and mushrooms. The portion was just right for lunch on a hot day.

The theme for this year was “From the heart of Paris to the soul of New Orleans.”  I like it.

The Preservation Hall band provided the majority of the entertainment.  Ben Jaffe, leader of the band and tuba player, has a daughter at the school.

Here are a couple of videos:

The older gentleman on the saxophone in the second video is Charlie Gabriel – still going strong at 92!

There was an unadvertised band after the Preservation Brass – describing themselves as “French cosmonauts” and quite entertaining:

I really appreciated this story on 60 minutes on Sunday night.  What a great job by Scott Pelley and the team:

Here’s an article claiming New Orleans as the best food city in the world:

https://www.nola.com/entertainment_life/eat-drink/new-orleans-best-food-city/article_f8cec324-ff82-11ef-963f-33baf8e7f63d.html

I think that’s quite a stretch – Paris, New York, Barcelona?

Spring is in bloom by the front porch:

I take these pictures so that Diana can enjoy the blossoms that she’s missing.

I read “The Futures” by Anna Pitoniak this week.  This was a fast and easy read, not living up to the excellent reviews from several well respected sources.  It seemed a bit light and fluffy as it covered the 2008 crash.  Here’s the online review:

“In this dazzling debut novel about love and betrayal, a young couple moves to New York City in search of success-only to learn that the lives they dream of may come with dangerous strings attached.

Julia and Evan fall in love as undergraduates at Yale. For Evan, a scholarship student from a rural Canadian town, Yale is a whole new world, and Julia — blond, beautiful, and rich — fits perfectly into the future he’s envisioned for himself. After graduation, and on the eve of the great financial meltdown of 2008, they move together to New York City, where Evan lands a job at a hedge fund. But Julia, whose privileged upbringing grants her an easy but wholly unsatisfying job with a nonprofit, feels increasingly shut out of Evan’s secretive world.

With the market crashing and banks failing, Evan becomes involved in a high-stakes deal at work — a deal that, despite the assurances of his Machiavellian boss, begins to seem more than slightly suspicious. Meanwhile, Julia reconnects with someone from her past who offers a glimpse of a different kind of live. As the economy craters, and as Evan and Julia spin into their separate orbits, they each find that they are capable of much more — good and bad — than they’d ever imagined.”

I learned of a New Orleans based band, J & the Causeways, that I really enjoy:

Branford Marsalis has a new album out – a cover of Keith Jarrett’s original suite:

And David Lowery of Cracker also has a new album:

Coexist peacefully, with patience and kindness for all!

Week in Review – March 2nd, 2025

“Mardi Gras Part 2”

Finn and Holly drove down from McKinney on Wednesday, arriving in time to get inside the box caused by all the street closures for parades.  We live inside the box, which can make driving a challenge during Mardi Gras season.  They got settled into their room and then I took them out to their first parade:

This was an unusually quiet evening and a great way to introduce them to Mardi Gras.

Diana arrived back from San Francisco around midnight and got ready to participate in Mardi Gras.

We enjoyed lunch at Commander’s Palace on Thursday.  Finn walked in, looked around, and said “Wow, Dad!”  He was equally taken with the fancy surroundings and the costumes and parties underway.  It was Muses Thursday – Muses being one of the biggest and most popular of all the parades.  Diana had alerted the restaurant that we were having a late celebration for Fin and Holly’s engagement.

The food and atmosphere were excellent.

Here is a group of Muses riders celebrating before the parade behind Diana:

We exited through the kitchen so that I could show Finn the organized chaos that goes into serving all those meals with such precision.  The garden patio was beautiful on such a perfect day:

Thanks to Mum for the gift certificate that we used for this lovely celebration.

The parades that night were very busy and maybe a bit overwhelming for newcomers:

Sometimes you just need to take some time out on the porch:

I dropped the kids at the zoo on Friday morning and Diana and I had a walk around the park.  Then it was time to get back inside the box for the Friday parades.

Our house was Mardi Gras central for the extended krewe on Tucks Saturday.  Our neighbours, Roeland and Jules, ride in that parade.  Walking by their house a day or two before, Jules asked me to wait as he had something for me.  A custom throw that he knew he wouldn’t be able to get to me in the parade madness – plunger penguin:

Everyone brought delicious food over to help feed the multitude of folks at our house.  Busy inside:

Outside:

And on the porch:

Jack thought he could use all the confusion to execute a penguin “ransom situation”:

Oliver was enjoying his second Mardi Gras season at 18 months.  Greg tried to copy his hair:

The core group remaining in the evening were kind to humour my request for a sit down dinner at the dining table.  I enjoyed it.  Phew – busy day at 1520 Washington.

We ventured outside the box early on Thoth Sunday to park at Denny and Anne’s and watch the parade on Magazine Street.  Denny and Diana had matching pants:

Anne opted for a more understated outfit:

It was less crowded on Magazine Street than by our house on St Charles – a pleasant change:

We watched a little of the Oscars on Webster Street and then headed home as the box opened in time for the last two or three awards – no big movies that I really cared for this year.

I finished the wonderful “James” by Percival Everett this week.  I highly recommend this unique and creative read.  You’ll remember it’s a reimagining of Huck Finn, told from the enslaved Jim’s point of view.

I started another book, read two chapters and gave up.  Not even worth mentioning the title – it was that bad.  Where do some of these reviewers that recommended it get the gall to waste my time like that?

I heard this song on Diana’s country music channel in the car – I liked the song and looked down and was surprised it was on that channel – a great voice and overall sound:

See – I can keep an open mind about that bro-country station:)

I can’t remember where I heard this, but it brings to mind early 1960s Kinks:

Finally, a wonderful cover of one of my all time favourites:

Coexist peacefully, with patience and kindness for all!

 

 

 

 

Week in Review – February 23rd, 2025

“Movie Week”

Kenny and Denny joined me at the Prytania theater on Monday afternoon to watch the Oscar nominated live action shorts.  These were five short films with quite varied subject matter and styles.

I did get in trouble for talking during one of the films.  We had dinner at La Cocinita to share our thoughts.  No clear agreement.  I thought “I am not a robot” from the Netherlands was the most entertaining.  I think Denny and Kenny preferred “The Last Ranger” about rhino horn poaching in South Africa, but maybe Kenny liked “The Man Who Could Not Remain Silent” from Croatia – that’s the one the critics think will win and was my least favourite.

We did not do well at trivia on Tuesday night.  I believe we were between eighth and tenth.  Things started to go badly when Denny insisted on answering “Is chemical energy an example of potential or kinetic energy?” with kinetic, even after I gave the example of a battery which is stored up or potential energy.  And they got worse from there.  A bad night for the Bayou Boyz.

I talked Kenny into attending the Wednesday morning movie matinee with  me at the Prytania.  The offering this week was “The Conversation”, starring Gene Hackman and directed by Francis Ford Coppola in 1974.

We agreed that this film was pretty slow, with a confusing and convoluted plot line.  Coppola apparently was very committed to writing and directing this movie and only agreed to direct “The Godfather II” after the studio agreed to “The Conversation.”

Kara joined us for lunch at Martin after the movie.

It was a cold and early start for me on Thursday morning – 30 degrees when I left home at 6:30am for my flight to San Francisco.  Diana picked me up at the airport and we resumed the routine of helping Clorinda.

Today was a busy day – visits from cousin Joelle and Jerry, Adam, and Victor and Jennifer – all three at slightly different times.  We made a new recipe – orzo Mediterranean salad – and thankfully had enough for everyone.  This was a good recipe from the New Orleans Times Picayune newspaper.

Diana has fallen way down the rabbit hole of bracelet fabrication.  Look at this whole enterprise and the tools involved:

This all started with a desire to make a “few” Mardi Gras bracelets.

Andy and Jude came down on Friday night.  They are always such great company.  Andy had to make a quick trip home when his new replica of Prince’s Telecaster was delivered.

Jeff and Merry Lee sent some pictures of penguins that they took in Antarctica:

I finished up “Rabbit is Rich” – an enjoyable read but not really my thing, and started “James” by Percival Everret.  This is described as:

“#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER• NATIONAL BOOK AWARD WINNER • A brilliant, action-packed reimagining of Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, both harrowing and darkly humorous, told from the enslaved Jim’s point of view.”

I’m not far into the book but am enjoying it a lot already.

Here’s an old classic that I heard on the local radio station, WWOZ:

And a couple from a band that’s been around for a long time that  I just heard this week:

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all!

 

Week in Review – February 2nd, 2025

“More of the same”

This week was quite similar to last week – helping to make Clorinda as comfortable as possible as she regains her strength.  The good news is she has a very good appetite and is always so alert and responsiveness when her grandchildren show up:

We did manage to escape for lunch at Puerto 27, a very good local Peruvian restaurant, while Clorinda was at dialysis.  Diana went for comfort food and was very happy with her burger, while I chose an avocado and crab sandwich.

I passed some of the time with the new documentary series about Saturday Night Live on Peacock.  The episode on “More Cowbell” was hilarious and well researched, the episode on the musical guests, a pleasant walk down memory lane.

We flew home to New Orleans on Saturday and were surprised to see the airport so quiet on our arrival before 8pm.  TSA closed, all stores and restaurants closed, so clearly no departing flights.  Seemed unusual.  It will not be like that next week when the Super Bowl comes to town.

We were getting parade updates for Chewbacchus, a walking parade that we’ve enjoyed in previous years.  It has a science fiction geeky theme, and certainly doesn’t take itself too seriously.  We were much too tired to venture into the fray and so missed Kara and Debra in their Wonder Women krewe.  I think McD should join them next year – what are your thoughts?  She just needs a little encouragement and some help with her outfit.

It’s always hard to wind down after a day of travel.  We watched a very good movie, “The Peanut Butter Falcon”, to try and relax and it did the trick.  Great acting and a nicely understated and calm storyline.

The weather today was the best of the year so far – 70 degrees, blue skies, and, most importantly, no humidity.  We celebrated with a couple of laps around Audubon park – always a treat.

I started “Surrender: 40 Songs, One Story” by Bono this week.  I’m about half way through just now, and am really enjoying the read.  The writing is honest and lacks any of the bombast that you might expect, given his public persona.  I’ll share some of my favourite passages next week.  Here’s some of the online chatter:

“NEW YORK TIMES BEST SELLER • Bono—artist, activist, and the lead singer of Irish rock band U2—has written a memoir: honest and irreverent, intimate and profound, Surrender is the story of the remarkable life he’s lived, the challenges he’s faced, and the friends and family who have shaped and sustained him. • A VOGUE BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR

“A brilliant, very funny, very revealing autobiography-through-music. Maybe the best book ever written about being a rockstar.” —Caitlin Moran, award-winning journalist
 
“When I started to write this book, I was hoping to draw in detail what I’d previously only sketched in songs. The people, places, and possibilities in my life. Surrender is a word freighted with meaning for me. Growing up in Ireland in the seventies with my fists up (musically speaking), it was not a natural concept. A word I only circled until I gathered my thoughts for the book. I am still grappling with this most humbling of commands. In the band, in my marriage, in my faith, in my life as an activist. Surrender is the story of one pilgrim’s lack of progress … With a fair amount of fun along the way.” —Bono
 
 As one of the music world’s most iconic artists and the cofounder of the organizations ONE and (RED), Bono’s career has been written about extensively. But in Surrender, it’s Bono who picks up the pen, writing for the first time about his remarkable life and those he has shared it with. In his unique voice, Bono takes us from his early days growing up in Dublin, including the sudden loss of his mother when he was fourteen, to U2’s unlikely journey to become one of the world’s most influential rock bands, to his more than twenty years of activism dedicated to the fight against AIDS and extreme poverty. Writing with candor, self-reflection, and humor, Bono opens the aperture on his life—and the family, friends, and faith that have sustained, challenged, and shaped him.
 
Surrender’s subtitle, 40 Songs, One Story, is a nod to the book’s forty chapters, which are each named after a U2 song. Bono has also created forty original drawings for Surrender, which appear throughout the book.”

I didn’t save off any new songs this week – that’s a first.  Not sure why.  Here’s a classic that was in the soundtrack to a movie I was watching, can’t remember which one:

The wonderful guitarist, Julian Lage, has a new album out with a lot of very varied content:

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all!

 

 

 

 

Week in Review – January 19th, 2025

“Back to Pacifica, CA”

On Monday, we walked to Walgreens to drop off a Kate Spade FedEX return.  I bought Diana an iPhone bracelet for Christmas and it’s the wrong size.  I got quite confused and called Kendra Scott to ask about it, prior to realizing that the bracelet was actually from Kate Spade.  I even tried to visit the Kendra Scott store for help, before realizing I had made the same mistake twice.

After the walk, we drove over to Frenchy’s gallery on Oak Street to look at a painting that he did of Jon Batiste at Jazzfest last year.  We had a very nice visit with Frenchy, just back from the Big Easy music cruise.  He told us stories and showed the paintings he made on the cruise.  I liked the Marcia Ball one, and he also had a great one of Keb Mo.

We liked the Jon Batiste painting very much – it captures the show that we saw at Jazzfest very well.  It is now hanging on the wall behind my piano.

Frenchy said he snuck Tab Benoit in as the middle marching Jazzfest guy.

Here’s some biographical information on Frenchy:

“Born to a boxer and a saint on August 16th, 1970, in Lowell, MA, Randy Leo Frechette – a.k.a Frenchy – has been drawing since he could grip a pencil.
In grade school he impressed friends with caricatures, but he realized his true calling when The Boston Horns persuaded him to paint their Orlando performance LIVE. Since that day, Frenchy’s presence has filled venues around the globe with an explosion of creative spirit.
New Orleans has been his home, and his muse, since 1997, where the eclectic street and music scene continuously inspire his creative expression. Immersed into the sights and sounds of New Orleans, he could be found in music clubs such as the Maple Leaf Bar almost any night, mastering his “acousti-optics” with musical legends such as the Grammy Award-winning ReBirth Brass Band and more.”
I really enjoy seeing the painting each time I come in the front door.
We dropped “Table for Two” by Amor Towles off to Kenny after Frenchy.   After that I tried Mint for a Vietnamese lunch – closed on Monday.  Val’s Oaxacan Mexican was our backup.  Delicious – mushroom queso fundido and an empanada for me, very unique and creative nachos for Diana.

Julia dropped off these pretty tulips as a get well from back surgery gift:

Clorinda was admitted to the hospital again, and so we flew to San Francisco on Wednesday afternoon.  We spent the majority of the rest of the week shuttling back and forward to Mills Peninsula hospital to spend time with her.  The NFL playoffs provided a little bit of distraction:

Alicia shared the annual report from her work with us.  She had a big part to play in the content and layout, with particular attention on the Director’s message.  Communivercity seems like a wonderful organization that brings together Community, University (San Jose State), and City in partnership to solve problems and encourage our youth.

It’s nice to see Alicia so happy and rewarded by such a worthwhile job.

My sister Elspeth’s birthday was on Sunday.  I enjoyed telling her that it was also:

My first book this week was “Walking with Sam:  A Father, a Son, and 500 Miles across Spain,”  by Andrew McCarthy:

“Andrew Thomas McCarthy is an American actor, travel writer, and television director. He is most known as a member of the Brat Pack, with roles in 1980s films such as St. Elmo’s Fire, Pretty in Pink, Mannequin, and Weekend at Bernie’s. He is ranked No. 40 on VH1’s 100 Greatest Teen Stars of all-time list.”

The book had me remembering a wonderful movie, “The Way”,  where Martin Sheen walks the Camino de Santiago with his son filming and directing.  A great movie, and this is a pretty good book.  A quick and enjoyable read.

McCarthy’s son takes a while to settle in to the routine of the walk and to feel comfortable opening up to his dad:

“Then—I’m not sure exactly how—the topic turns to school. “School lowered what I perceived I’m capable of,” Sam says. “It did me more harm than good.” There is suddenly real emotion in his voice, real hurt. This is not fresh hurt, like the hurt he has been working through regarding The Ex, but a more saturated hurt. A hurt he has carried for years, for most of his life. It is the hurt born of lazy definition and judgment thrown heavily upon him like a wet overcoat. A hurt that blindsided him, then threatened to define him. His is the hurt of someone who was misunderstood and dismissed out of hand, before he had a chance to define his own experience. It is a hurt that, for a time, came closer to swallowing my son than I knew. It is a hurt with calcified edges.”
A fellow walker comments on the father-son relationship of the McCarthys:
“James nods. We sit. “I want to thank you,” he says softly. “For what?” “For showing me what a father-son relationship can be.” I wave the remark away. “You don’t see us when I’m trying to get him out of bed, or when I’m tired, or when he’s hungry, or, or, or…” “Just accept the love.” James smiles, throwing my words back at me. “I’ve wanted to walk this with my son… so thank you.” I sit with his remark. “You two talk about a lot, don’t you?” he begins again.”
McCarthy really opens up to his son:
“I went to my dad while he was dying, after years of estrangement. His eyes betrayed him, his terror. I took his cool, now lizard-like, hand in mine. I wanted to let go but didn’t. I sat with him. I apologized for not being the son he had wanted.  I loved him. When we were beyond words, we released our past—let it fall to rot on the ground where it belonged. More than a vestige of love remained. I had gone to my father selfishly—and it must be said, at my wife’s urging. I did so that I might be a better father to my own children. The gifts children bear us are complex. Sam hurries to catch up. “Wow, Dad.” “I’m sorry, Sam. I shouldn’t have spoken like that.” I shake my head. “I’ve learned nothing.” “No, you were right.” “That doesn’t matter.” We walk. “Dad?” “Yeah?” “Your Spanish has gotten really good.””
As the duo approaches the end of the 500 mile trek, they are joined by many more walkers who are just doing the final section and haven’t endured the full experience:
“Older couples march with determination. Teens whoop and holler. Long-haul pilgrims stride with confidence. Gone is any resentment over newbies or interlopers to the trail. “All these people,” Sam says, “this is so cool.” He begins to sing Bruce Springsteen’s “The Promised Land,” loudly. Mister I ain’t a boy, no I’m a man And I believe in a promised land.”
On completion of the 500 miles:
“We order Coke and coffee. I go into the bathroom and, as the door locks behind me, I’m surprised by a burst of sobs. Relief, sadness, joy, somehow disappointment, confusion, exhaustion, exhilaration, comingle—the awful truth of the sweetness of life throbs in an unguarded mix of emotions.”
I’m about halfway through my second book, “Martyr” by Kaveh Akbar.
Here are some online reviews:

“NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • SHORTLISTED FOR THE NATIONAL BOOK AWARD • ONE OF THE NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW’S 10 BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR • ATIME MUST-READ BOOK OF THE YEAR • A newly sober, orphaned son of Iranian immigrants, guided by the voices of artists, poets, and kings, embarks on a remarkable search for a family secret that leads him to a terminally ill painter living out her final days in the Brooklyn Museum. Electrifying, funny, and wholly original, Martyr! heralds the arrival of an essential new voice in contemporary fiction.

“Kaveh Akbar is one of my favorite writers. Ever.” —Tommy Orange, Pulitzer Prize–nominated author of There There

“The best novel you’ll ever read about the joy of language, addiction, displacement, martyrdom, belonging, homesickness.” —Lauren Groff, best-selling author of Matrix and Fates and Furies

Cyrus Shams is a young man grappling with an inheritance of violence and loss: his mother’s plane was shot down over the skies of the Persian Gulf in a senseless accident; and his father’s life in America was circumscribed by his work killing chickens at a factory farm in the Midwest. Cyrus is a drunk, an addict, and a poet, whose obsession with martyrs leads him to examine the mysteries of his past—toward an uncle who rode through Iranian battlefields dressed as the angel of death to inspire and comfort the dying, and toward his mother, through a painting discovered in a Brooklyn art gallery that suggests she may not have been who or what she seemed.”

I have mixed feelings about the book so far – hasn’t really sucked me in too well.  Hoping for a pick up in the second half.
The New Orleans Jazzfest 2025 lineup was announced this week, and it includes the jamband Goose.  I heard a great set from them on my friend Matt’s Houston radio show a few weeks ago.  I’ve been doing some listening, and am not sure I love them – a bit too much sameness to the guitar noodling.  What do you think?
And yes, I’m having trouble embedding Spotify links over the last two weeks – always upgrading and breaking things.  After an hour or so of putzing around, I think it’s fixed:
I do like this Goose song quite a bit:
And finally, something from the latest Chuck Prophet album.  We were supposed to go and see him at Chickie Wah Wah on Thursday night, but will have to wait on the next tour now:
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and patience for all!

Week in Review – January 5th, 2025

“Happy New Year, followed by tragedy in New Orleans”

We rode a real rollercoaster of emotions this week.  The joy and camaraderie of our New Year’s Eve party, followed by the tragic news of terrorism that we woke up to the next morning.  Thanks to the many folks that contacted us to check on the safety of our family and friends.

The early part of the week was spent on party preparations – several shopping trips, put up decorations, set up the Bartesian bar area, and finally, pick up the Saj (local Mediterranean restaurant) catering.

We invited folks to begin arriving at 6:30pm, not expecting anyone until around 7:30pm.  Wrong – John and Julia showed up right on time and helped with the final preparations.  We had around 35 folks, including the various kids (really young adults) that came and went over the night.  Here are some pictures of the group:

Those are our neighbours, Roeland and Jules, on the right.  Jules brought his famous meatballs to share with the group.  Kenny is standing to the left of Diana, and he brought his very popular open-faced muffulettas.  Here are Nina (one of Diana’s favourites) and the leader of her fan club:

Diana repurposed Mardi Gras throw hats with New Year’s Eve appropriate bands:

Denny and Kenny organized a special performance from the original New Orleans character that is Valerie Sassyfras:

She set up in the side yard and everyone moved outside to enjoy the performance.  Very well received by most (Bad Fred isn’t a huge fan.)  I was amazed that McD was oblivious to the whole thing until I invited folks into the backyard.

We’re all getting older.  Only six of us made it to midnight:

We woke up to the tragic news of the terrorist attack around 3am on Bourbon Street.  I love what Chris Peet, one of our party attendees did to send a message when Bourbon opened up again:

I was reading the paper and thought, “that looks like Chris Peet,” – sure enough that’s exactly who it was, “reclaiming the route for love.”

I joined the guys at the Bulldog on New Year’s afternoon to watch the UT vs Arizona State college football playoff game.  UT had a comfortable lead and then Arizona came back to tie things up.  Double overtime was very stressful for Thom – he had to go inside and away from the chatter of the group to watch the last portion of the game.  UT ultimately prevailed.

On Thursday we celebrated Jack and Mason’s 22nd birthdays (born on o1/02/03) with a dinner at Pascal’s Manale.  The girls (including a special appearance by Julia, whose daughter works at Pascal’s) started with oysters at the stand up bar, and then we had a great time in the “Manning” private dining room.  That was followed by ice cream cake back at the Ogan residence.

Happy Birthday boys!

On Friday we had the pre-op appointment for Diana’s back surgery.  It’s starting to get real and bit nerve wracking for both of us.

In the afternoon we went to the Broad to see the new movie about Bob Dylan, “A Complete Unknown.”

The movie was very well done, with Timothee Chalamet excellent as the young Dylan.

After the movie, we walked across the parking lot to the Broadside Theater for the Willow High School band fundraiser.  This was a well done event, starting with a performance by the Willow band.  That was followed by the Hot 8 Brass Band – a group that I always enjoy.

Shamar Allan’s son is in the Willow band, and he had organized the event as a fundraiser for a trip the band plans to take for a competition at Disneyland.  Shamar’s band gave a fun performance, including a solo from his 13 year old son.

Saturday began with a couple of laps around Audubon park, and then we got to work on taking down the Christmas decorations and loading them up into the third floor attic.  We needed to get those down in preparation for putting up Mardi Gras stuff on Twelfth Night – Monday.  Not much of a break between the two this year.

Meanwhile, in Aberdeenshire, Scotland, David was quite pleased with his completed puzzle:

I started “Table for Two” by Amor Towles this week.  I’ve had it for over almost a year and have been waiting for a quiet time when I can really savour it.  The book consists of six short stories based in New York City and a novella set in Golden Age Hollywood.

I’ve heard mixed reviews on this from friends – some preferring the short stories, and others the novella.  I’ve enjoyed the first couple of short stories quite a bit – very entertaining and well written.

I heard this wonderful song, co-written by Bobby Charles and Rick Danko of the Band again this week.  Great music.

A wonderful cover by the Scotsman, John Martyn:

I really like this cover of “Treme” by Mahmoud Chouki, originally from Morocco and now based in New Orleans:

And let’s finish up with something celebrating the good aspects of the Crescent City:

Coexist peacefully, with kindness and compassion for all!