First day of Jazz Festival!!!!!!!!!! I didn't have clear ideas of what I wanted to see today, except Bon Iver. I wanted to see Emily's favorite band, because she loves Bon Iver and I wanted to see Bon Iver, because when he accepted his Grammy for best new artist 2012, he said stuff I would say if I ever got an award for anything.
"It's really hard to accept this award ....because when I started to make songs I did it for the inherent reward of making songs....."
Love him, if for no other reason than that.
Meanwhile, he and his band are outstanding. Love the horns and the haunting voice and the lyrics. Love the demographics of his followers.
And I ran over and caught a little of BeauSoleil and saw some Cajun dancing that is oh, so happy.
I also caught a little world music from Egypt at Congo Stage. Those little dancer girls up there were hot and could shake their little boots. And he took off his shirt and played sax. Carumba!
I caught a tiny bit of Steel Pulse and many whiffs of ganja. Not intentionally. But it's hard not to sniff ganja when you're around Steel Pulse.
But then I was surprised to find out where I spent the bulk of my day. This is besides the medic tent
and getting ice at various venues for my hand which got slammed in a car door and I had to raise it above my heart encased in a dripping Ziploc, bandana-wrapped bag, but managed to survive, thank you. Jam damn. It's OK, Susie, you didn't mean to. Like Kim said, never shoulda opened that parasol inside.
Where I spent the bulk of my day was with the Beach Boys. Huh? With Irma Thomas doing Mahalia Jackson around the corner?
I had seen them before, at LSU of all places. I did a review of them for the college newspaper 30 years ago!!! And they were tired and worn-out then. Imagine now.
Well, there's something about the Jazz Festival.
Even aging musicians come alive when they're performing in New Orleans before a crowd of discerning -- and not always so discerning, but really happy -- audience members.
I was stunned to find such happiness, such smiles, and all ages.
EVERYBODY was singing along!
"It's really hard to accept this award ....because when I started to make songs I did it for the inherent reward of making songs....."
Love him, if for no other reason than that.
Meanwhile, he and his band are outstanding. Love the horns and the haunting voice and the lyrics. Love the demographics of his followers.
And I ran over and caught a little of BeauSoleil and saw some Cajun dancing that is oh, so happy.
I also caught a little world music from Egypt at Congo Stage. Those little dancer girls up there were hot and could shake their little boots. And he took off his shirt and played sax. Carumba!
I caught a tiny bit of Steel Pulse and many whiffs of ganja. Not intentionally. But it's hard not to sniff ganja when you're around Steel Pulse.
But then I was surprised to find out where I spent the bulk of my day. This is besides the medic tent
and getting ice at various venues for my hand which got slammed in a car door and I had to raise it above my heart encased in a dripping Ziploc, bandana-wrapped bag, but managed to survive, thank you. Jam damn. It's OK, Susie, you didn't mean to. Like Kim said, never shoulda opened that parasol inside.
Where I spent the bulk of my day was with the Beach Boys. Huh? With Irma Thomas doing Mahalia Jackson around the corner?
I had seen them before, at LSU of all places. I did a review of them for the college newspaper 30 years ago!!! And they were tired and worn-out then. Imagine now.
Well, there's something about the Jazz Festival.
Even aging musicians come alive when they're performing in New Orleans before a crowd of discerning -- and not always so discerning, but really happy -- audience members.
I was stunned to find such happiness, such smiles, and all ages.
EVERYBODY was singing along!
And EVERYBODY WAS HAPPY!!!! THIS, THIS!!!!! is why we go to Jazz Festival!!!!!!!!!
