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Saturday, May 7, 2011
NEW ORLEANS JAZZ AND HERITAGE FESTIVAL - THE ADVENTURES OF SAZ AND PONCHO
I HAVE BEEN TO NASHVILLE, AUSTIN (MANY TIMES), MEMPHIS, NEW YORK, LA (OF COURSE...AGAIN MANY TIMES) BUT HAVE ALWAYS HAD A HESITATION TO GO FOR THE MUSIC, FOOD AND PARTY IN NEW ORLEANS (NOLA). 50 YEARS ON THIS PLANET SEEMED TO BE THE RIGHT TIME AND THE NOLA JAZZ FEST WAS THE PERFECT ENTREE' TO A HALF CENTURY OF DEBAUCHERY.
FIRST, IN NOLA YOU MUST HAVE THE APPROPRIATE TRAVEL COMPANIONS....YOU DON'T WANT TO BE STUCK SOMEWHERE OFF OF BOURBON STREET, LATE AT NIGHT, WATCHING A DEBUTANT TRY TO HOLD HER HAIR BACK WHILE RE-FILLING A TRASH CAN WITH ONE TOO MANY HURRICANES (RECOMMEND PAT O' WHO MAKE THE BEST..."ALWAYS HAVE 2"). ANYWAY, I DIGRESS....I WAS JOINED BY MY LOVELY WIFE AND MY BUDDY SAZ AND HIS LOVELY WIFE. TOWARD THE LATER PART OF THE TRIP I WOULD TAKE ON THE NAME PONCHO. SAZ AND I WOULD TEAR IT UP....OR BEST WE COULD FOR OLD FARTS.
STAYED IN THE PERFECT PLACE--THE CHATEAU BOURBON. IT WAS ORIGINALLY A DEPARTMENT STORE BUILD IN THE LATE 1800'S AND HAD BEEN CONVERTED INTO A HOTEL SOME YEARS AGO. WE REQUESTED ROOMS AWAY FROM BOURBON STREET WITH AN ADJOINING BALCONY AND SOME TYPE OF VIEW. PERFECT PLACE AND WE WILL RETURN.
SAZ AND PONCHO TOOK THEIR LOVELY COMPANIONS OUT IMMEDIATELY AFTER CHECKING IN. MUST HAVE A HURRICANE AND A SAZORAC (RYE WHISKEY MARTINI--A BEAUTIFUL THING...AT LEAST IN THE BEGINNING). WE STROLLED THROUGH THE FRENCH QUARTER AND GOT OUR BEARINGS. MANY HURRICANE AND SAZORAC'S LATER OUR NAMES CHANGED AND IT WAS PERMENENT THROUGH THE REMAINDER OF THE STAY.
THURSDAY MORNING TOOKS US ON A TRIP TO JACKSON SQUARE FOR BIEGNETS, COFFEE AND FANTASTIC STREET MUSIC. EVERY CORNER THROUGH THE QUARTER GAVE US HORNS, VIOLINS, GUITARS, VOCALS, AND THE SMELL OF FLOWERS HANGING FROM THE WROUGHT IRON DECOR. SAW THE MIGHT MISSISSIPPI AND THE FRENCH MARKET. SAZ BOUGHT A NEW HAT AND PONCHO GOT SUN-BURNED. THE WIVES LAUGHED, DRANK AND ATE.....AND SHOPPED.
WENT TO THE TOURIST VOODOO SHOP.....AND THEN THE REAL VOODOO SHOP. I WANTED TO MAKE AN OFFERING BUT THE FAKE SHOP DID NOT FEEL RIGHT AND I FELT I DID NOT KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT THE RELIGION TO MAKE AN OFFERING IN THE REAL PLACE.
STOPPED FOR A BEER IN A SMALL CLUB OFF OF ROYAL STREET BECAUSE THE PERFECT STEVIE RAY VAUGHN LICK......RED HOUSE......AND ORIGINALS. BIG SOUL--ONE OF MANY GREAT BAR BANDS WE HEARD THAT DAY.
MORE TO COME SOON.....REST OF DAY 1 AND DAY 2, 3, 4, AND THE ERRIE RETURN FLIGHT.
FIRST, IN NOLA YOU MUST HAVE THE APPROPRIATE TRAVEL COMPANIONS....YOU DON'T WANT TO BE STUCK SOMEWHERE OFF OF BOURBON STREET, LATE AT NIGHT, WATCHING A DEBUTANT TRY TO HOLD HER HAIR BACK WHILE RE-FILLING A TRASH CAN WITH ONE TOO MANY HURRICANES (RECOMMEND PAT O' WHO MAKE THE BEST..."ALWAYS HAVE 2"). ANYWAY, I DIGRESS....I WAS JOINED BY MY LOVELY WIFE AND MY BUDDY SAZ AND HIS LOVELY WIFE. TOWARD THE LATER PART OF THE TRIP I WOULD TAKE ON THE NAME PONCHO. SAZ AND I WOULD TEAR IT UP....OR BEST WE COULD FOR OLD FARTS.
STAYED IN THE PERFECT PLACE--THE CHATEAU BOURBON. IT WAS ORIGINALLY A DEPARTMENT STORE BUILD IN THE LATE 1800'S AND HAD BEEN CONVERTED INTO A HOTEL SOME YEARS AGO. WE REQUESTED ROOMS AWAY FROM BOURBON STREET WITH AN ADJOINING BALCONY AND SOME TYPE OF VIEW. PERFECT PLACE AND WE WILL RETURN.
SAZ AND PONCHO TOOK THEIR LOVELY COMPANIONS OUT IMMEDIATELY AFTER CHECKING IN. MUST HAVE A HURRICANE AND A SAZORAC (RYE WHISKEY MARTINI--A BEAUTIFUL THING...AT LEAST IN THE BEGINNING). WE STROLLED THROUGH THE FRENCH QUARTER AND GOT OUR BEARINGS. MANY HURRICANE AND SAZORAC'S LATER OUR NAMES CHANGED AND IT WAS PERMENENT THROUGH THE REMAINDER OF THE STAY.
THURSDAY MORNING TOOKS US ON A TRIP TO JACKSON SQUARE FOR BIEGNETS, COFFEE AND FANTASTIC STREET MUSIC. EVERY CORNER THROUGH THE QUARTER GAVE US HORNS, VIOLINS, GUITARS, VOCALS, AND THE SMELL OF FLOWERS HANGING FROM THE WROUGHT IRON DECOR. SAW THE MIGHT MISSISSIPPI AND THE FRENCH MARKET. SAZ BOUGHT A NEW HAT AND PONCHO GOT SUN-BURNED. THE WIVES LAUGHED, DRANK AND ATE.....AND SHOPPED.
WENT TO THE TOURIST VOODOO SHOP.....AND THEN THE REAL VOODOO SHOP. I WANTED TO MAKE AN OFFERING BUT THE FAKE SHOP DID NOT FEEL RIGHT AND I FELT I DID NOT KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT THE RELIGION TO MAKE AN OFFERING IN THE REAL PLACE.
STOPPED FOR A BEER IN A SMALL CLUB OFF OF ROYAL STREET BECAUSE THE PERFECT STEVIE RAY VAUGHN LICK......RED HOUSE......AND ORIGINALS. BIG SOUL--ONE OF MANY GREAT BAR BANDS WE HEARD THAT DAY.
MORE TO COME SOON.....REST OF DAY 1 AND DAY 2, 3, 4, AND THE ERRIE RETURN FLIGHT.
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