Krewe du Vieux rolled tonight in between thunderstorms; the first parade, one of my favorites, went unseen as Tin started coughing early this morning and pretty much went to bed this evening coughing. There are other parades, I told him. Other marching bands, I promised. Thank god is all I thought. We go to a handful of parades, so they carry more import than they possibly should, but whatyagonnado? We live in New Orleans where…
Yesterday, we took our guests to see Panorama Jazz Band playing at the Spotted Cat. Tin brought his “trombone” (a drumstick and the xylophone stick) and put on a first class performance. It’s almost worrisome the concentration he has and adoration for certain musicians (he followed Ben Schenck around like a puppy). After the first set, we stayed for one waltz and then came home to change into our costumes to head to the Pussyfooters’…
I went to sleep last night with a full moon hanging over the bayou and woke to a rosy dawn – signs all is okay. The Times Picayune’s history archive the other day was about how Rex, the first official Mardi Gras krewe in New Orleans, pressured the city to close down on Fat Tuesday, which began the real Carnival season in New Orleans over a hundred years ago. This morning the front page of…
The Loup Garou parade arrived about an hour later than dusk but not without a lot of fanfare – it was dark on the bayou with only the streetlights and porch lights reflecting in the water – and each canoe was filled to the brim with musicians. Tin especially like the canoe that looked like it might take on water as it was laden with a tuba and player among other musicians and instruments. Happy…
My neighbor’s garage door is open all day – 24/7 – must mean Mardi Gras is getting close and that shopping cart is going to be reimagined into a fantasy world that my neighbor and his friends will live in for all of Fat Tuesday before they go back to being not so ordinary people.