Week in Review – August 30th, 2026

“New Friends and Joe Krown”

We had the typical Monday early start for the 8am pickling session.  Shortly after that Daniel, our appliance repair guy, and his son showed up to look at our dishwasher, washer and dryer.  The dishwasher was deemed not worth messing with – too old and too difficult and costly to fix.  It’s fine – we use it rarely anyway and I’m going to try one more full reboot before giving up.  The washer needs a part that has been ordered and we need a chimney sweep for the dryer vent.  Such joy!

I got to sleep in on Tuesday as the pickling didn’t commence until 11am.  That was followed by lunch at Porgy’s on the way to run some errands in Metairie.  This was Diana’s first visit and she really enjoyed the food, service and vibe of the place.  We had ceviche, a Thai style gulf fish ceviche tostada, and a special shrimp burger – all delicious.  Even the rose prosecco was pleasing to McD.  I think she’ll be looking to return soon.

Well sated with incredibly fresh seafood, we headed over to Metairie to make some returns at Target and for me to shop for a couple of shirts for upcoming travels.

We were home in time for me to rehearse for trivia with an episode of Jeopardy.  The news of Dolly Parton’s passing broke and so I did a little trivia preparation for questions about her.  We didn’t get any but Tom, quiz master, told a story about his first day as a radio DJ and the first song he ever introduced – 9 to 5 by Dolly.  Here’s a cartoon from the paper of Dolly’s note at half mast.

Our friend, Debra, is in the Krewe of Dolly and we’re waiting to hear when they’ll have a second line celebration.

My Jeopardy prep paid off – there was a question about which movie poster contained the three words, “Why so serious?”  That was on the episode I watched and so I was able to state confidently that the answer was 100% surely “The Dark Knight.”  I knew a lot more of the answers than usual – just the luck of the draw.  I was most proud of “Which Shakespeare play has the phrase – something wicked this way comes?”  Obviously “Macbeth.”

The Enid – the Shakespeare clue brought them back to me.  A wonderful concert at the tiny theater above the Playhouse when I was at university in Edinburgh.

Apologies for that diversion.  Would you like to hear about the final trivia question?  I thought you most likely would.  It was one of those add up the numbers and come within 5 of the total.  The four numbers were:

How many countries border Nicaragua  (2)
We argued about 3 or 4 and went with 4
How many permanent members of the UN Security council  (5)
We knew 5 and didn’t need any debate
How many individual repeat Nobel prize winners  (5)
We thought 3 or 4 and went with 3
How many seasons was Babe Ruth home run leader (12)
We thought 10 to 12 – based on the scribes strong input or the group would likely have gone lower – 11 was our final guess
So…the correct total was 24 and we guessed 23 – nicely done!  Good leadership, Kenny.
That was good enough to cement a very strong first place win with 113 points – one of our stronger performances overall.  I think we only missed two questions all night.
No sleeping in on Wednesday morning as there was an 8am workout with Sandi.  That was followed by a quick change to attend the 10am classic movie at the Prytania movie theater.  They show a classic every week on Wednesday and Sunday.  The offering this week – “Some Like it Hot.”
The gentleman who did the introduction let us know that this would have been the original owner of the theater and founder of the classic cinema series, Rene Brunet’s, 105th birthday, and this was his favourite movie.  The audience sang “Happy Birthday” and the movie commenced.
I had forgotten just how funny the film is – Diana said I laughed through at least a half of the movie – and it was almost two hours long.  I really enjoy the morning classic movies – we need to pick out our next one.

Procida is a new restaurant that opened a week ago on Wednesday.  We read the review in the paper and decided it was perfect for Diana.  What do you think?

Here’s the review from the paper:

procida ian mcnulty review

We drove over to the Marigny and found the lovely new restaurant.  Open exactly a week total.  The green haired hostess did not give a good first impression – surly and pecking away on her iPad like an airline ticket agent.  Thankfully everything after her was much better.  It wasn’t just us – I watched her repeat the performance for every group that came in – maybe not the ideal job match?  Here’s the menu – so many good choices – what would you have gone with?

We opted to start with the Sicilian arancina and the smoked swordfish carpaccio.  Both great and the swordfish was just delicious.  Off to a great start.

Diana had the bucatini and I chose the anolini.  Again, both were delicious and very different.  The bucatini aglio e olio was finished with pangrattato, the tiny breadcrumbs fried in olive oil that make a crunchy contrast to the crab and the noodle.  I thought it was a great dish.  The anolini had fried zucchini, smoked scamorza cheese and lemon.  I had not heard of scamorza cheese – apparently the smoky, denser cousin of mozarella.  I just had some leftovers and the lemon flavour really came through.

Dessert time?  Diana had mentioned tiramisu for a few days and was ready to jump in.

This was a very traditional tiramisu and I loved it.  Procida will do very well after they get rid of the green haired hostess – the food, space and vibe are all very good.

I rewatched a few episodes of “Shrinking” on Wednesday evening.  Just as good the second time around.  I saw some framed record albums in Jimmy’s house and wondered what two of them were – I knew the Lou Reed one.  The beauty of AI – a 10 second search and I had the answer.  I’m a pretty big Pink Floyd album and have never seen that Syd Barret album.

Thursday was two pickling sessions for Diana and reading, music and admin for me.

We met a couple of Diana’s pickling girlfriends and husbands on Friday evening – Sandi, Nic, Shanie and Bill.  We started off at the Rusty Nail, migrated across the street to Plates for s dinner of Spanish tapas, and then retired to Bill and Shanie’s flat for stories.  I had a great time and enjoyed the new friends very much.

We had planned on sitting outside at the Kingpin to listen to this music on Saturday afternoon:

We ventured out to Martin to get a bottle of wine for our neighbor, Tony’s, birthday and decided that it was way too humid to sit outside.  Those that braved the heat reported that this was a great show.

Kenny and Kara joined us on the porch after dinner for a while and we had an enjoyable visit as Tony’s birthday party would down next door.

Denny and Anne stayed in NYC for an extra night and Kenny had a tennis match, so we invited the new pickling friends to join us to listen to Joe Krown at the Old Point in Algiers on Sunday afternoon.  Diana and I enjoyed brunch at Maya’s before picking up Sandi and Nic for the drive across the Mississippi.

I really enjoyed the scene at the Old Point – a good crowd with us for once finding ourselves on the younger end of the gene pool.  Joe Krown played as effortlessly as ever.

Kenny joined us on the porch to close out a very pleasant day.

I haven’t completely finished “Villa Coco” by Andrew Sean Greer yet.  It certainly doesn’t move at the pace of the wonderful “Less.”  Hopefully it will pick up in the later sections.

I was glad to see Cyril Neville awarded a “Guardian of the Groove” from our wonderful local radio station, WWOZ.

It’s a small list of honorees – Marcia Ball has one.  How about this song from Cyril and Joe:

I haven’t heard anything that good in a long time.

The excellent and underappreciated band, the Jayhawks, have a new album out – always a treat:

 

 

 

 

Week in Review – August 23rd, 2026

“Musical Elders”

Diana started Monday as usual with pickling.  Then a new feature, regular workouts with Sandi at Franco’s gym – seem to be going well.  That was followed by more pickling and then a quick shower/change before our evening activity.  We drove over to the Jazz and Heritage Center, straddling the boundary of the French Quarter and Treme.

Here’s the description from the Jazz and Heritage Foundation:

“Go on a musical journey with Herlin Riley and Lula Elzy as they talk with Ms. Germaine Bazzle and Lawrence Cotton about music & New Orleans.

Jazz Generations Initiative New Orleans, in partnership with Lula Elzy and co-sponsored by the Jazz and Heritage Foundation Wein Center invites you to Live Music in Conversation: An Oral History Program co-hosted by Lula Elzy and Herlin Riley, featuring the “First Lady of Jazz” vocalist Germaine Bazzle and American R&B and jazz pianist Lawrence Cotton.

Riley and Elzy will take audiences on musical journeys chronicling the lives, musical influences, joys and challenges of these legendary New Orleans jazz artists while they tell their stories in their own words. The program will also feature a live set with Derek Douget, Oscar Rossignoli, Peter Harris, and Herlin Riley.”

Herlin Riley is New Orleans musical royalty.  His resume is very long and very impressive, having helped Wynton Marsalis establish the Jazz at Lincoln Center orchestra, and playing with Ahmad Jamal for many years.

Some details on Riley’s accomplishments:

Herlin Riley bio

Riley interviewed the pianist, Lawrence Cotton (right), who was quick to let everyone know that he would be 100 in 6 months.  Wow.

The band played a couple of tunes before the interview with Germaine Bazzle took place.  Anytime that I can see Herlin Riley and Oscar Rossignoli playing together, I’m there.  Oscar seems to get more impressive every time.

The emcee’s didn’t have to work as hard in their conversation with Germaine Bazzle – she’s only 94.  And then they gave her a microphone – amazing.

I’m really glad we took the time to attend this show.

I heard quite a bit of chatter during the week about beeping from the dishwasher.  It’s frustrating because I can’t hear it.  It’s a Maytag and I assume they didn’t think old people would ever need to hear their alarm beeps and put them at a suitably high frequency to miss me.  Don’t worry – a repair guy is coming tomorrow.

We watched a movie called “Don’t Say Good Luck” on Monday evening – the benefit of a 5:30pm start on the Legends show.  Diana thanked me for picking another tear jerker – I really didn’t know, it was at the top of the Netflix new list.  Adam Sandler’s daughter stars as a theater-kid navigating performing in the big school play while also supporting her mother in fighting cancer.

It it’s Tuesday, there’s likely a pickling clinic to attend – and there was.

We had a visit to the NOAC for a workout on Wednesday afternoon and then I invited McD to Happy Hour at the Bower in the Lower Garden District.  They made an excellent special Manhattan with some kind of Amore.  We always love their cacio e pepe – enough for us to share and always such fresh pasta.  It’s almost as good a deal as Cafe Degas during Happy Hour and certainly a shorter drive (or walk when it’s not 115 heat index.)

We had a short visit from Kenny and Kara in the evening, just back from their trip to Colorado.

Thursday – more pickling with an open play recreational group.  Diana attended an event at Martin Wines about Italian wines and cheeses in the evening.  Neither of us know much about them and so it was good that she could gain a little knowledge – making good notes during the program.

Friday morning – pickling and another workout with Sandi.

I organized the gang for a Friday evening outing to Revel to check their “COOLinary” menu.  Many restaurants (well over a hundred this year) put together a special menu during August that is designed to entice locals out during the heat.  They offer 2 course lunches for $28 or less and 3 course dinners for around $55 or less.  The highlight of the Revel menu is their “award winning burger.”

Thom and I split the menu, more than enough that way.

We migrated from Revel to Twelve Mile Limit for pool and ultimately to Verret’s for karaoke.  There was a once in a lifetime performance of “I’m Gonna Be (500 miles)” from me with help from Kenny.

Sunday brought a visit to the NOAC, followed by a Trader Joe’s shopping spree.  I’m now scrolling through a little bit of the pre-season NFL games while finishing up the newspaper and this posting.

My quest for an enjoyable read that I could sink my teeth into continued this week.  “Mothers and Sons” by Adam Haslet showed moments of promise but became too much of what I call “kitchen sinky” – each situation needs to have one of every type of person suffering from all the usual current traumas and challenges.  That became too much and I stopped after 100 pages.  Here’s an online summary:

“Mothers and Sons is a 2025 novel by Adam Haslett. It explores the long estrangement between a 40-year-old New York City asylum lawyer named Peter and his mother, Ann, who runs a women’s retreat in Vermont. As Peter handles a compelling new asylum case, past trauma and a 20-year-old act of violence force both mother and son to confront the secrets that drove them apart.”

I think I might have found what I need with the latest from Andrew Sean Greer – I loved his “Less” several years ago.  It’s a little too early to confirm, but I think I will see this one all the way through.  Here’s a summary:
“Published on June 9, 2026, Villa Coco by Pulitzer Prize winner Andrew Sean Greer is a sun-soaked, witty coming-of-age novel. Set in the Tuscan hills, it follows a buttoned-up young American archivist who takes a job cataloging a crumbling mansion, only to be swept up in the chaotic, eccentric world of a 92-year-old Baronessa named Coco. [1, 2, 3, 4]
Plot & Atmosphere
  • The Setup: The young narrator—nicknamed Giovedì—arrives expecting quiet archival work, but instead faces an anti-fragile household of constant motion, broken plumbing, and eccentric guests. [1, 2, 3]
  • The Mission: Amidst odd jobs and social chaos, he becomes an accomplice in Coco’s final, secret plan to reunite with the lost love of her life. [1, 2]
  • The Vibe: Part farcical romp and part tender meditation on aging, youth, and friendship, written in Greer’s signature luminous style. [1, 2]
Key Characters
  • Coco (Baronessa Lisabetta): A wealthy, flamboyant, and unpredictable 92-year-old aristocrat who upends the narrator’s rigidity.
  • The Narrator: A rigid, idealistic recent college graduate who has sworn off romance, only to stumble into a complicated affair.
  • The Ensemble: An eclectic mix of visiting princesses, bohemian painters, and local handlers populating the estate”

There is an EXCELLENT new album out from Jon Batiste –  “Black Mozart”.

The musical creativity is huge.  Batiste’s mind is a very busy place.  And the touch – like Glenn Gould adding some Dr. John syncopation and James Booker frills.  This is on heavy rotation on Washington Avenue.

 

Week in Review – August 16th, 2026

“Happy 60th Birthday, Greg”

The picklers had a successful outing to their clinic on Tuesday, Diana winning a second place medal, and Laurie coming in third.  I believe there were at least eight teams.

We had a less successful trivia outing on Tuesday evening.  Early in the game, I was able to encourage the team to choose “Quebec City” as the answer to a question about the city that was capital of the first French territory in Canada.  Some wanted Montreal and I said I hadn’t seen any evidence of that on our visit, and knew that nearby Quebec City was much older.

I forgot to mention that I assumed “scribe” and team captain duties from Kenny, who was off attending a King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard (yes – that is really the band name) camping weekend festival in Buena Vista, Colorado.  Here’s a short video that Kenny sent if you would like a view into what the event looks like.  I’m pretty sure I aged out of that whole scene.

We were in contention going into the last question.  Put four events in chronological order.  We were confident that “I Dream of Jeanie” was earliest, followed by “Billy Jean King’s Battle of the Sexes.”  We were undecided on when “Little Janie” from Elton John was released and on when the “Diaper Genie” was launched.  I was confident that we had a “Diaper Genie” in 1988 with Will, and others were thinking that “Little Genie” was from the 90s.  Oops – my memory was incorrect and “Little Jeanie” was earlier than anticipated.  We bet all 20 points and so did not place.  Had we flipped those two questionable answers, we would have been in first place.  Maybe I wasn’t such a great scribe/team captain.  I will have an opportunity to try again or pass the torch next week.  We’ll see what the group thinks.

Launch of Diaper Genie (1993)

Bill Jean King battle of the sexes (1973)

Little Jeanie by Elton John (1980)

I Dream of Jeanie (1965)

On the trivia theme, I had been assigned to research Hemingway facts after we missed “Death in the Afternoon”, his novel about bull fighting, for the second time, instead picking “The Sun Also Rises.”  That one only has a bit of bull fighting late in the novel.  The Saturday New York Times puzzle shows exactly how this confusing info enters my brain.

Diana had a workout with Sandi at Franco’s on Wednesday morning – this is a new routine she’s contemplating adding to her busy schedule.   There were no competitions in pickling following the workout, hence no medals.

I braved the heat on Thursday morning for a walk to French Truck Coffee to read the paper.  After that I completed the three mile circuit down Magazine to Napoleon, up to Prytania and back home.  I was quite sweaty on arrival back.  This sight distressed me on my walk.  I keep seeing this ridiculous Tesla truck around town – and parked in front of a wonderful local tapas place (Baru) it just looks completely ridiculous.

Diana returned from pickleball to report that she and Laurie got first place in the open play tournament.  She was quick to point out that there were only four teams – still worth celebrating, I think.

 

 

 

Anne’s birthday was on Thursday and we celebrated on Friday with a group dinner at the Rum House – always an easy, casual and tasty choice.  Dinner was followed by a visit to NOLA Brewing where a live band was playing at 7pm.  I was taken by surprise when, entering via the back door by the stage, I was greeted by thirty little girls running around squealing and having a birthday party.  At a BREWERY, WHEN A BAND IS PLAYING???  This place needs to decide if it’s a pizza and beer place with live music FOR ADULTS, or a McDonalds play ground for kids’ birthday parties.  Geez!

We retired to the front bar and had a nice, kid-free visit albeit without any live music to enjoy.

Diana had early morning pickling on Saturday and I made a quick trip to Trader Joe’s for supplies to make a charcuterie board for Greg’s 60th birthday party in the afternoon.  I stopped into the wonderful Mojo on Freret for a coffee prior to my shopping expedition.

We made our way over to Greg and Colleen’s in the afternoon.  As I was storing my backpack behind the house, I caught sight of Valerie Sassyfras hiding in the corner.  Apparently Denny had taken the blame for hiring her, but it was all Colleen.  Regular readers may remember that she played our New Year’s Eve party two years ago.  Here is her Happy Birthday to 60 year old Greg:

Gifts were unveiled after Valerie with a very poignant moment.  Greg lost “by far my favourite ever dog”, Rufus, a few months ago.  Rufus was a stray that hung around Greg’s home on Baronne street and his girls ultimately convinced him to take the dog in.  Jeanne, Greg’s sister, had painted a special portrait of Rufus by the hot tub for the occasion.  Greg was very moved.

And we weren’t finished there.  Daughter Lilly had sewn a custom Rufus t-shirt for the event.  All this hidden talent!

Fun pool time ensued.  Oliver practiced his Buzz Lightyear pose, while 6 week old brother Ezra bounced around the family members.

Sunday is a quiet day so far.  Diana has been doing yard work and lolling in her pool.  I’ve been watching the Sunday morning news programs and getting frustrated at our inept politicians – all around.

I’ve almost finished “The Emperor of Gladness” by Ocean Vuong.  I did not love this book but kept with it, having rejected quite a few after a few chapters recently.  Oprah raved about this and I usually enjoy her recommendations.  This one is too plodding, mundane, and depressing.  Here’s the online summary:

“One late summer evening in the post-industrial town of East Gladness, Connecticut, nineteen-year-old Hai stands on the edge of a bridge in pelting rain, ready to jump, when he hears someone shout across the river. The voice belongs to Grazina, an elderly widow succumbing to dementia, who convinces him to take another path. Bereft and out of options, he quickly becomes her caretaker. Over the course of the year, the unlikely pair develops a life-altering bond, one built on empathy, spiritual reckoning, and heartbreak, with the power to transform Hai’s relationship to himself, his family, and a community on the brink.

Following the cycles of history, memory, and time, The Emperor of Gladness shows the profound ways in which love, labor, and loneliness form the bedrock of American life. At its heart is a brave epic about what it means to exist on the fringes of society and to reckon with the wounds that haunt our collective soul. Hallmarks of Ocean Vuong’s writing—formal innovation, syntactic dexterity, and the ability to twin grit with grace through tenderness—are on full display in this story of loss, hope, and how far we would go to possess one of life’s most fleeting mercies: a second chance.”

Let’s start off with a playlist that I loved.  I’m sure everyone will have something on there that hey don’t like – but I love all of these songs – custom made based on what I listen to, so one would hope that’s the case:

I heard this Joan Armatrading classic on a TV show – so good:

I’ve been on a “God Only Knows” kick lately.  My favourite Beach Boys and maybe all time.  How can a song start with “I May Not Always Love You” and follow it up a few lines later with “God Only Knows What I’d Be Without You.”

There are over 100 cover versions.  A few interesting ones:

And finally, the sublime Hank Marvin and the Shadows:

Week in Review – August 9th, 2026

“Visit to Austin”

On Sunday, after my last post, we watched a couple of interesting things.  This YouTube video of “special places” is amazing – such crazy places where people survive.

Later, Diana had chosen “Project Hail Mary” for us to watch.  I thought this was a serious sci-fi movie, and was surprised at the humour in the first hour or so – Ryan Gosling has such a good comedic sense.  The 2nd and 3rd hours (yes – one of those films that could have used a real editor) got a bit sillier and more sci-fi.  A good movie overall but I would not have wanted to sit through it at the theater.

I’m sure you know by now what a typical Diana Monday looks like.  That’s right – two pickleball sessions.  And then again on Tuesday morning.

We did well at trivia on Tuesday evening, despite ignoring Jack E’s correct answer about the most predominant colour in countries flags – red, not white.

Our first place finish was cemented with a correct answer to the final question:

Add up the answers to these four questions, getting within 5 points of the correct total:

How many Raiders of the Lost Ark etc movies did Harrison Ford appear in?  (5)

How many wives of Henry VIII? (6)

How many 1,000 yard rushing seasons did Derek Henry complete? (7)

How many seasons did Henry Winkler star in Happy Days (11)

The correct answer was 29 and we guessed 30 for the win!  The only meaty debate we add was around the seasons of Happy Days – for some reason I thought it was less, say 5 to 7.  Denny persisted with over 10 and was correct.  Oh, there was a short debate about the wives of Henry VIII – Denny submitted when I shared all of their names.

Wednesday started with a walk/run in the park for both of us, then Diana had yoga and I splintered off to Tartine for coffee and the newspaper.  They had a stuffed baguette advertised that I couldn’t resist.  Stuffed with ham, bacon, onion, mushrooms, fontina and some spicy peppers.  Ridiculously yummy.  It doesn’t look exciting in the photo but I wanted to add it so that I remember to try it again.  This is certainly my favourite breakfast spot.

When I returned to pick up yoga D, this is the sight that greeted me – a bunch of bottoms up in the air.  Apparently that was their final stretch.

 

 

We were scheduled to fly to Austin on Thursday afternoon.  Diana managed to work in a morning pickle session before our 2pm airport departure.  Emerging from the Austin airport to hike over for an Uber, we commented on what a change the difference in the level of humidity made.  It was much more pleasant to move around than in New Orleans.

We checked into the lovely Carpenter hotel and made our way to the Odd Duck to meet Tim and Heidi for dinner.  Tim had been fielding investment analyst calls all day and so we were appreciative that he was able to meet.  The Odd Duck is my favourite Austin eatery and it’s particularly fun when you have four adventuresome diners to share dishes.  So many great choices:

We started with the redfish ceviche with the wonderful watermelon aguachile sauce:

and the antelope tataki:

and the pork belly chalupa:

The antelope was the tastiest of the first round for me.

Tim started the second round with orders of the pork chop and fried quail.  I added the seafood and pork sausage papperdelle:

It was harder to choose a round two winner, but I ultimately opted for the fried quail – so perfectly cooked.

Heidi suggested the olive cake for dessert – delicious.

This was a lovely evening – so nice to catch up over a casual and delicious meal.

Diana hit the river trail early on Friday morning and then we shared a breakfast sandwich before making our way to Blair and Lisa’s compound for a “lite lunch.”

 

 

I got kitted out in UT gear and we admired the amazing charcuterie platter that Lisa and her friend had assembled.  Have you ever seen one like this?

We passed a very pleasant afternoon in the backyard of the compound enjoying the pool, cornhole, and pickleball experiences.  The net for pickleball was set up for the first time and fancy paddles broken out of their packaging.  Diana enjoyed explaining the basics of the game to her new converts.

We picked up dinner from a local Italian hole in the wall – all very tasty.  Blair had been saving a bottle of Opus One that we gifted him for Christmas several years ago to drink together.  He clearly stored it well as it tasted even better than I was expecting.

Diana started Saturday with a walk through the new neighbourhood, commenting on the difference that hills made to a route.  We had some migas tacos (perfect – thanks Lisa) after that and then prepared for the “Trifecta” of a day.

  1.  Boating on Lake Travis
  2.  Dinner at Mexican Sugar
  3.  Concert with The Romantics/Christopher Cross/Toto

Over four hours on the lake was plenty for me, and I know Diana would have kept going all day.  We cruised around the lake:

Stopped to drop anchor and float around for a while:

and stopped into Stumpy’s for a snack:

The boat docked, we made a quick change at the resort and were picked up by Sami for our ride over to dinner and the concert.  Mexican Sugar was a very large and pretty restaurant and the food and drinks were fine.  The location was perfect to breakup our commute over to the concert.  The amphitheater was located by the Formula 1 racing track on the south side of town.

The concert was considered “Yacht Rock” – a genre that includes bands like Steely Dan, the Doobie Brothers, and Christopher Cross.  That’s the reason for the yacht captains’ hats in some of the ensuing pictures.  The first band on the bill was The Romantics.  We only knew two of their songs.  Here’s an interesting version of one:

What’s up with Blair’s vintage Earl Campbell Oilers jersey, you ask?  Well…he saw several videos where Christopher Cross was wearing the same shirt, and was hoping to attract his attention.  Our seats were third row, center with perfect views – that’s how Blair rolls.  Christopher Cross sounds great and broke out his biggest hit early in the set:

The last song was the other huge hit:

And then an acoustic reprise of “Sailing” – even better:

After a relatively short stage change over, Toto were ready to go.  I captured their three biggest hits:

It was a treat to have Christopher Cross, his backup singers, and the guitarist from the Romantics join for the last number, Africa.

We found Sami easily and were back at the resort around midnight.  What a fun packed day, we checked all 3 boxes of the “Trifecta.”  A massive thanks to Blair and Lisa for all of their work coordinating, executing, feeding, and planning.

While we participated in all of that excitement on Saturday, the annual football Hall of Fame induction ceremony was taking place in Canton, Ohio.  A couple of very poignant sentences from Drew Brees, quarterback who took the New Orleans Saints to the Superbowl:

“New Orleans … You accepted me. You embraced me. You believed in me. But more importantly, you entrusted me with the soul of the city. And I would have died to protect that calling!”

And in even more poignant news for me, the EDS headquarters building in Plano, TX was imploded.  I worked there off an on for many years, starting shortly after it opened.  It’s hard to believe there wasn’t a continuing use for all that space.

EDS Plano HQ imploded

Sami, having proven himself very reliable on Saturday night, transported us in style back to the Austin airport for our flight home.  I chuckled at this album display in the airport from local artists – that’s Christopher Cross at the top left and that album has both hit songs that I shared earlier.

 

 

Jon Cleary, wonderful English born piano player who has resided in New Orleans for 40 years and is an expert on all things funky NOLA style piano, has an album coming soon.  This was recorded from a solo show at the Royal Albert Hall in London.  Hard to believe he sold that out and plays in small venues in his adopted home town.

“I’ve played music to crowds at the Hollywood Bowl, Sydney Opera House and Bertha’s Bon Ton Lounge on Basin Street – all sophisticated, high-class joints. But there’s nothing that gets the spine all atingle and the funk juices bubbling quite like the prospect of getting down at the Royal Albert Hall in London.

Fortunately, someone had the good sense to roll tape on that special evening last year, and the result, for your delectation, is a new solo live album that’s coming out on October 2nd!

A later post from Cleary as he responds to a “badge” from Facebook to congratulate him on being an “emerging” artist:

“It’s not without a degree of curiosity, and even some slight alarm, that I learn today that I’m ‘emerging’.

Just to set the record straight, the last thing you want to do in New Orleans right now – if you have an air-conditioning unit that works – is to ‘emerge’. It’s too bloody hot outside. I will only emerge from the cool comfort of the red room in my house if there’s a life threatening emergency or if my manager Reed calls and invites me to join him for a cold Guinness in the equally cool environs of Markey’s Bar on Royal Street.

Editor’s note: Reed will call.

So, you can imagine my surprise on discovering today that Mark Zuckerberg has announced to the world that:

1) I am apparently a ‘talent’. This is very flattering, Mark. Thank you for the kindly compliment.

2) That I am ‘emerging’. A blatant untruth.

All this, and the further bombshell that Mr Zuckerberg, in his infinite kindness, wisdom and good taste, is awarding me a special ‘badge’. A badge! I do hope that it’s an especially big and shiny one.

I started playing music when I was 5, started playing in public when was 11, started getting paid for gigs when I was 14 and now, at the age, of 63, apparently it’s official, I’m finally emerging.

Mark, I know you’re a clever chap, and I hate to disappoint you, especially after the nice badge and everything, but, honestly, trust me, I’m not emerging, I’m staying indoors as much as possible, here on the couch, where it’s nice and cool. I’m not going anywhere (except perhaps the afore-mentioned Markey’s. Reed?)”

And finally (we’re skipping the Reading portion this week as I have made light progress) Robert Glasper does Radiohead, “Everything in its right place.”

Week in Review – August 2nd, 2026

“Happy Hours and White Linen”
The week started with the typical Monday morning and afternoon pickleball sessions for Diana.  I forgot to tell you about a silly, funny movie, “The Dink”, that we watched the other night.  It’s about the way tennis players view pickleball, the “dink” being a shot where you tap the ball over the net where the opposing players can’t reach it quickly enough.
The movie had several all-star cameo appearances.  Here’s how AI describes a dink in pickleball:

How a Dink Works

  • Location: Hit from near the kitchen line so the ball bounces inside the opposite kitchen.
  • Technique: Uses a short, gentle tap instead of a big swing.
  • Result: Forces the other player to hit the ball upward from below the net level. 
Strategy and Purpose
  • Neutralize: Keeps you safe when your opponent is waiting to smash a hard hit.
  • Control: Stops the other team from attacking.
  • Patience: Builds a soft rally until someone hits a high ball you can attack.”
I made a solo trip to Trader Joe’s while the pickling was in progress.  I amaze myself when I actually enjoy a quick trip to TJs.  Never would have believed it.

Later in the afternoon we made a trip to the bank to do some maintenance on our safety deposit box.  The manual, paper based process involved is a great thing to behold.  They guy who helped us was quite proud of the collection of massive binders that he accessed to get our box history.  “I organized all of this myself.”  The paper card was retrieved for us all to sign and then we did the dueling keys thing to open the box.  I love the old schoolness of it all.

The air conditioner at Merry Lee and Jeff’s condo broke and they came over to borrow a couple of fans.  That gave us a chance to enjoy their dogs, Jazz and Cali.  They were not shy about letting Jeff know when they were ready to go for a second walk.

Tuesday brough some morning pickling, and then I drove Diana over for pool time with Merry Lee.  They ended up hanging out all day, with Jeff joining the guys for trivia.

Jeff was the only person in the building that knew the answer to one of the questions.  He had gone off to get a beer and none of us knew which coach won basketball championships at both the college and NBA level.  I said that I thought Jeff might know.  Returning to the table, he said “I know this one – Larry Brown.”  Oh yeah – we should have remembered that.

The final question involved putting four “Barry” things in order from largest to smallest:

Number of senate terms served by Barry Goldwater

Number of seasons Barry Bonds played MLB

Number of Barry Manilow studio albums

Number of top 10 hits by Barry Gibb and the Bee Gees

We were in 7th place and so bet the maximum 20 points and stayed in 7th place – nobody got it correct.  The right answer is:

Barry Manilow

Barry Bonds

Barry Gibb

Barry Goldwater

Diana had a typical Wednesday morning – a run/walk with Kara followed by yoga in the park.  My excitement was going over to Aidan Gill for a haircut.

Diana’s haircut turn was on Thursday.  She followed that with an extended happy hour with her new pickling friend, Sandi.  They went to the Bower on Magazine for snacks and drinks.  I watched a new movie called “A Private Life”, starring Jodie Foster speaking mostly in French – apparently she is fully fluent.

The Talking Heads “Psycho Killer” was playing at the start of the movie and I heard these amazing bass lines from Tina Weymouth for the first time.  I paused to play the original and make sure they hadn’t enhanced the bass for the movie – they had not, I just hadn’t listened closely enough on the right system to hear.

We met Kenny and Richard at Hungry Eyes for dinner on Thursday.  This is an 80s themed restaurant, named after the Eric Carmen song, that I always enjoy.  Here’s the menu:

What do you think we had?  You could probably guess that McD couldn’t resist the steak tartare – yes, it was served with interesting crackers.  Then we shared the calamari curry with roti – that was a highlight – absolutely delicious.  One of those dishes that would make you go back to the same restaurant for the same dish the next day.  No – we resisted.  Kenny had the pork chop and Richard an Iberico ham skewer special.

Hungry Eyes also does a great job with their martinis.  Kenny and I both had the Vesper.

This was a very pleasant meal – we don’t get to visit with Richard like that very often.

We had our fourth Gentlemen Out at Lunch (GOAL) on Friday.  These were supposed to be once a quarter or so and we have only managed four in the last couple of years.  We need to work on that.  I had suggested Here Today Rotisserie.  This is from the chef who just closed Coquette to focus on chicken.  The menu is pretty simple:

We opted for the “Feed Me” approach.  This resulted in a lot of delicious food.  Iceberg wedge salad, pimento cheese with crackers and hot peppers, a mound of chicken wings, red beans and rice, stewed cabbage, rotisserie potatoes, half a rotisserie chicken, and half a fried chicken.  So much food.

The guys seemed please with my choice.  It me the GOAL criteria – somewhere most of the guys hadn’t been, not fancy, casual, and not too expensive.

Kenny brough a note from his Mom with a couple of books she recommended for me if I hadn’t read them.  One is one of my all time favourites (All The Light You Cannot See) and the other I’m putting on my list.

We retired to the Avenue Pub, where Kenny was talking about how to wrap a phone in tin foil and prevent it from receiving calls or being tracked.  We were skeptical and decided an experiment at Kenny’s house was in order.

Thom got us organized with a hypothesis, control group and step by step experimentation – very scientific.  Kenny was correct and he apparently constructed an effective Faraday cage.  Diana was not overly enthused about her role in the experiment.

Anne arrived at Kenny’s to give Denny and me a ride home.  We decided to stop at Verret’s (voted New Orleans number one dive bar and two blocks from our home.)  A guy was setting up for karaoke in there and had an interesting name for his business.

I sent the picture to Kara and she replied “That’s Me.”

Elspeth retired on Friday.  We’re hoping David might follow next year some time.

I delivered Diana to Merry Lee and Jeff for White Linen night.  What’s that you ask?  Well…it’s an art walk along a few blocks of Julia street, known as the art district.  It started in 1994 and is a way to generate revenue for the art galleries during the slowest part of the summer season.  White linen clothes to best deal with the swampy climate.  It has become very popular in recent years, drawing tens of thousands of people, and appealing to youngsters – a good thing in my opinion.  The youngsters, not the large crowd.

The trio had an interesting photo experience.  Here’s the original picture:

And here’s the AI driven caricature:

I think it’s very well done.

River was playing on the New Orleans Center for Creative Arts (NOCCA) stage – he’s everywhere these days.

Here’s Diana in front of a steam punk looking vehicle.  I think it’s the “Bed Zeppelin.”

Our Sunday morning walk in the park was stymied by a house shaking thunder storm.  Maybe it will cool off a little after the storm and we can venture outside.

I finished up “Truth & Beauty: A Friendship” by Ann Patchett this week.  A bit depressing, but a very good read.
A second Talking Heads reference in this post:
“At home Lucy and I stretched out on a couch that had been unfolded into a bed and watched the video of the Talking Heads concert film Stop Making Sense. Those had been our favorite songs to dance
to in Iowa when Lucy had been so in love with David Byrne.  “You know, I met him once,” she said as he slid across the little television screen wearing a big white suit. “You met David Byrne and you didn’t tell me?” “It was a couple of years ago, I think. There were writers and musicians reading together at Central Park and I ran into him backstage. I told him that when I was a teenager, hearing his music had saved my life. I guess it was a stupid thing to say but he was very nice about it. He was kind of shy.”
The beginning of the end:
“I WOULD SAY that was when things fell apart, but it would imply the disassembling of a time when things were all together and I couldn’t remember when that time was anymore. Lucy had started making little cuts on her hips with a razor blade. She was doing more drugs. We talked constantly about the possibility of her committing herself to a mental hospital but she kept holding it off, wanting to wait until such a time that committal sounded less painful than the life she was presently living.”
And then some more from the disaster file:
“I really, really should go,” she said. She kissed us both good-bye and was out the door. Two minutes later she was back. “Come look at this,” she said. “A plane’s hit the World Trade Center.” 
History is strangely incomprehensible when you’re standing in the middle of it. Lucy, Adrian, and I all made the wrong decisions that morning but none of us could have seen it at the time. Lucy rushed on to Penn Station and made her train, which turned out to be the last train to leave New York, and Adrian and I decided to go down to the World Trade Center to see what had happened.
The dreaded phone call:
“One day in the middle of the summer, Lucy’s doctor, Stuart, called me. As soon as I heard his voice, my heart froze in my chest. I leaned my head back against the wall where I stood and closed my eyes. “Lucy’s dead,” I said. “What!” Stuart said. “There’s only one reason you’d call me.” It turned out there were two reasons: Stuart and his girlfriend were coming to Tennessee on vacation and he wanted some advice about places to see. We laughed about it because everything was fine, but for the rest of the day I felt cold.”
Really this time:
“We came back from New York on December 18, 2002, a Wednesday afternoon. When Stuart called me at ten-thirty that night, I was already asleep. This time he was calling to say that Lucy was dead. His voice was surprised and afraid. He wasn’t sure of the sentence himself. “Ann,” he said. “Lucy’s dead.” When I hung up the phone I gave myself a few minutes in the dark to lie in bed and pretend I had been dreaming. He still had my number programmed into his cellphone from his trip.
At three o’clock in the morning, I drove to Karl’s house and when I woke him up and told him what I knew I started to cry, because I had just begun the second half of my life, the half that would be lived without Lucy.”

 

Here’s a very interesting interview with Daniel Lanois where he discusses working with U2, Bob Dylan and many others – mostly in New Orleans.

Daniel Lanois Rollingstone interview

I love the guitar on this John Prine gem:

This song also has some original instrumentation and sounds: