Brunch: Carnival of the Flesh
This Sunday marks the final of the El Radio Fantastique brunches I think. I'm feeling embarrassingly sensitive about the prospect of not performing with the band until fall, and a little jealous of my transient friends who are leaving the city. Heaven knows why sensible people would choose to leave this paradaisical tropical swamp city when the weather has just started to warm up. Warm up, ie, was 94 degrees yesterday.
In the summer all the circus clowns pack their bags and leave town. There is something terribly sad about New Orleans in the summer. I think it is because everything is a little more desperate because of the weather and humidity. And everyone looks a little bit more worn-out, frizzy haired, ubiquitous armpit stains.
Last night the band had a show with Crooks and Nannies. It was really lovely to have seen them with mics and amplification. I'd seen Walt and the kids street performing in New York, but Laurent's washtub bass is lovely and Walt's fiddling really ornaments a tune, and it was really really great to hear the band together. We played at Bossa Nova on Frenchman. There were some lights there... I'm not sure what happened but one minute I was playing tambourine then the next I had completely lost my beat and green lights were flashing in my eyes.
So that's that. I'm going to bring the hi-buck bread from La Boulangerie. I miss the weird balcony chats I would have with Johnny and June earlier in the fall when Courtney was around...
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Summer is the time for projects and I will see them through.
1. I'm gonna give birth to this novel even if it fucking kills me.
2. There are plans for Lucifer Morningstar and some people in Miss O's house.
3. Film.
4. A traveling expedition to the Northwest, possibly?
5. Plans to visit Yai in Thailand, god I miss my granny so much it's horrible.
6. Hope that the kids that leave town come back.
Unexpectedly bittersweet... hmm...
In the summer all the circus clowns pack their bags and leave town. There is something terribly sad about New Orleans in the summer. I think it is because everything is a little more desperate because of the weather and humidity. And everyone looks a little bit more worn-out, frizzy haired, ubiquitous armpit stains.
Last night the band had a show with Crooks and Nannies. It was really lovely to have seen them with mics and amplification. I'd seen Walt and the kids street performing in New York, but Laurent's washtub bass is lovely and Walt's fiddling really ornaments a tune, and it was really really great to hear the band together. We played at Bossa Nova on Frenchman. There were some lights there... I'm not sure what happened but one minute I was playing tambourine then the next I had completely lost my beat and green lights were flashing in my eyes.
So that's that. I'm going to bring the hi-buck bread from La Boulangerie. I miss the weird balcony chats I would have with Johnny and June earlier in the fall when Courtney was around...
***
Summer is the time for projects and I will see them through.
1. I'm gonna give birth to this novel even if it fucking kills me.
2. There are plans for Lucifer Morningstar and some people in Miss O's house.
3. Film.
4. A traveling expedition to the Northwest, possibly?
5. Plans to visit Yai in Thailand, god I miss my granny so much it's horrible.
6. Hope that the kids that leave town come back.
Unexpectedly bittersweet... hmm...
posted by Banangela Orbits at 7:30 PM
