Frenching away in New Orleans
I had a choice, the Jazz Festival or a week earlier check out the Local Music scene at The French Quarter Music Festival. I checked out the schedule of events, the Jazz Festival had some familiar names, the Frenchie..none, but they were the local talent from Louisiana...so the balance was already swinging towards the French. I checked out air-tickets and accommodation, they were not materially different. The FrenchQuarter festival was free. Nobrainer... French Quarter here we come
And what a festival it was!!
Got up at 4 am on a 12 th of April, a Thursday morning caught a delayed flight from Chicago to Dallas at 6.30 am. Nearly missed making our connection from Dallas to New Orleans (but the music dogs were with us!!) and we finally reached New O at 10:30 am.
Took a bus to the Days Inn on Canal Street. By 11:30am - glorious day, I was sipping my first beer and watching a band called Billy Luso & Restless Natives. The lead vocalist had his daughter come up to the stage and sing with them- a 6 year old girls- and did she have style:).
The Festival was spread across 4 main areas.
- The Woldenberg River Front Park which was a series of stages right next to the Mississippi River
- An old US Mint house (unfortunately did not make it to any of the groups playing there)
- Jackson Square: Which had these brilliant artists all displaying their paintings all around
- Bourbon Street: Thou shall yield and be tempted
This festival was surely one of the high points of my stay in the US so far. Listening to Jesse Moore sing "Its gonna be OK" made you believe it would be.
By 7 PM I had had some amount of beer a heady mix of Blues, Rock, Jazz and Zydeco and I was ready for the nighttime.
Night's were meant to be at Bourbon Street. Beer and other cocktails are "to go" at this place. After having dinner at a quite place (yes they exist even on Bouborn) we hit the bars for some loud rock music and beads of course, now I did not flash my potbelly but we managed to get some chucked at us anyways:).
By early morning when we hailed a cab to go back, the cab driver after dropping us safely to the hotel, thanked us for coming to the Town and supporting the local music and rebuilding of the state. That people is the beauty of New Orleans.
Everywhere there is the spirit of "we are in this together and it is up to us...but appreciate what others are doing:)"
The next day the weather decided to be like software estimates (ahem!!) unpredictable..and it got cloudy...but the spirit remained. I met a colleague and her husband, one of their friends (a wiz on the mouth organ) was performing, made this performer more real. We were invited to a Bday bash the next evening, but we had already bought tickets to Tequila Sunrise, an Eagles covers band that was performing at the House of Blues. Don Henley was a 14 year old kid whose voice still had to break-in but he had the beat on the drums and definitely the hairstyle.
All in all a good evening of music.
Next day we headed out to check out some swamps. I learnt that the difference between a Swamp and a Marsh was that a Swamp had trees.
Our tour guide was a swamp ranger, but all animals that we spotted were discussed more from a perspective of which menu item they would form an ingredient of than anything else- so that was informative but pathetic.
We got back in the evening on to Bourbon street and had a cyclone and a Hurricane. There is nothing much you can do once you have these. So Rest In pieces
And what a festival it was!!
Got up at 4 am on a 12 th of April, a Thursday morning caught a delayed flight from Chicago to Dallas at 6.30 am. Nearly missed making our connection from Dallas to New Orleans (but the music dogs were with us!!) and we finally reached New O at 10:30 am.
Took a bus to the Days Inn on Canal Street. By 11:30am - glorious day, I was sipping my first beer and watching a band called Billy Luso & Restless Natives. The lead vocalist had his daughter come up to the stage and sing with them- a 6 year old girls- and did she have style:).
The Festival was spread across 4 main areas.
- The Woldenberg River Front Park which was a series of stages right next to the Mississippi River
- An old US Mint house (unfortunately did not make it to any of the groups playing there)
- Jackson Square: Which had these brilliant artists all displaying their paintings all around
- Bourbon Street: Thou shall yield and be tempted
This festival was surely one of the high points of my stay in the US so far. Listening to Jesse Moore sing "Its gonna be OK" made you believe it would be.
By 7 PM I had had some amount of beer a heady mix of Blues, Rock, Jazz and Zydeco and I was ready for the nighttime.
Night's were meant to be at Bourbon Street. Beer and other cocktails are "to go" at this place. After having dinner at a quite place (yes they exist even on Bouborn) we hit the bars for some loud rock music and beads of course, now I did not flash my potbelly but we managed to get some chucked at us anyways:).
By early morning when we hailed a cab to go back, the cab driver after dropping us safely to the hotel, thanked us for coming to the Town and supporting the local music and rebuilding of the state. That people is the beauty of New Orleans.
Everywhere there is the spirit of "we are in this together and it is up to us...but appreciate what others are doing:)"
The next day the weather decided to be like software estimates (ahem!!) unpredictable..and it got cloudy...but the spirit remained. I met a colleague and her husband, one of their friends (a wiz on the mouth organ) was performing, made this performer more real. We were invited to a Bday bash the next evening, but we had already bought tickets to Tequila Sunrise, an Eagles covers band that was performing at the House of Blues. Don Henley was a 14 year old kid whose voice still had to break-in but he had the beat on the drums and definitely the hairstyle.
All in all a good evening of music.
Next day we headed out to check out some swamps. I learnt that the difference between a Swamp and a Marsh was that a Swamp had trees.
Our tour guide was a swamp ranger, but all animals that we spotted were discussed more from a perspective of which menu item they would form an ingredient of than anything else- so that was informative but pathetic.
We got back in the evening on to Bourbon street and had a cyclone and a Hurricane. There is nothing much you can do once you have these. So Rest In pieces