Not Just Another Tuesday

Happy Mardi Gras!

Carnival, as it's known down in the Crescent City, is in full swing. This wasn't so just two short years ago, when the city pretty much closed down for Fat Tuesday. That year my good friend Ned (a NOLA local for 30 years) and I scratched out a song that he recorded and set to a video. (And I posted here.)

24 months and a lot of healing later, rather than repost that, I'm selfishly posting the version with our high school chum Matt on bass and me on vocals. (With Ned still chiming in here and there.)

Hope you and your krewe are all happy, healthy, and far better off than you were in 2021.

Going Back to New Orleans

A goodly number of gheorghies are NOLA fans.  You know, the Northernmost Caribbean City. I'm talkin' New Orleans, boys and girls. Nawlins. 

I miss it. It's been three years since I was in my favorite city in the entire world.  Post-COVID, if it ever happens, I'm going back post-haste.

Ten (10) times since April 1998, I've ventured down for the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival, a long weekend of revelry unlike much else. Sometimes with fellow gheorghies in tow.  Music, food, people, and drinking in astounding doses.  Devilish debauchery, beautiful sounds, and laissez-faire life. Le Bon Temps Roule. Good gracious, do I love it.

Sadly, JazzFest is another amid a long, long list of cancelled events in 2020.  Who wants to join me there in '21?

In the meantime, there's no reason not to enjoy the Fest in spirit.  NOLA radio station WWOZ has lined up the cubes, and they kicked off yesterday.  They're playing Fest outings of yore by an wide assortment of old favorites. It's a killer backdrop to doing work or writing G:TB posts.

It's not the same as laying out the blanket and parking it before the Fais-Do-Do stage with a belly full of Crawfish Monica and Abitas, ready to soak in some smooth sounds of squeezebox, sax, and spoons whilst sitting in the sun. But it's a start, and it makes me smile. Seriously, who's with me next year?

Tune in to WWOZ here.

Oh, and don't forget that the Crescent City is an hour behind. And a million miles ahead of the rest of the world in having fun.