The Satchmo Fest is this weekend – see we haven’t had a festival in what? a week? So we’re desperate for one. The Satchmo Fest is a celebration of Louis Armstrong and his music. It starts today and goes through Sunday. Of course, sandwiched in is White Linen night – where all the galleries open up their doors and the largest block(s) party goes down. Sunday, Anne is cooking at Bacchanal. It’s just the usual…
There is an organized walk tonight to take back the streets – it’s a show of solidarity that we are here and we aren’t going to take it anymore. The group is meeting at Orleans and Moss at 7PM and walking to Stallings Park.
A friend rode her bike by the house as I was weeding the garden this evening and she stopped to talk about her relationship woes. The more I listened the more I realized what it must be like to be in a relationship with me because the characteristics she was describing of her partner are so similar to mine. Let’s call it uber intensity. Now the friend I was speaking with is laid back and…
Late yesterday afternoon, I picked up Jake and he was practically leaping off the sidewalk, he was so excited to see me. I missed him having traveled into last week along with being busy with photo shoot and party prep not to mention that four letter word – WORK. The camp counselor said that last Tuesday he thought he saw my truck and almost refused to get in T’s car. Anyway, we headed to the…
I ran into E this morning and she said she didn’t make my party because Mable had a stroke and then died. The iconic white dog that has been a part of the family has passed on. After seeing her, I saw her husband running on the bayou and gave my regrets – only a dog passing can make a grown man cry in the morning.
I ran into the Bayou Stone Fox in the park this morning running. He said he couldn’t make the party because he was sick – had stomach flu. He had just fallen and his hands were bloody as if he had just come off the cross or something. Very strange. He said he finally moved in his house, which was almost destroyed by Katrina but that he still doesn’t have a kitchen. Like a lot…
That’s right – sometimes the nights just flow like that. After dropping off Jake, I headed to Swirl to meet everyone and we made our way to La Vita for dinner at a nice big round table. F’s niece Besta was with us at Swirl but took off for her 2nd date after only four days of being in town – she’s a beauty like a lot of those Turks – what is with that…
Oliver ‘Who Shot the La La’ Morgan dead at 74 Times Picayune By Keith Spera Music writer Oliver Morgan, the New Orleans rhythm & blues vocalist best known for his 1964 hit “Who Shot the La La,” died Tuesday in Atlanta. He was 74. Mr. Morgan grew up in the 9th Ward alongside Fats Domino, Jessie Hill and Smiley Lewis. He sang in church and with friends from the neighborhood. He recorded his first singles…