‘Groove Interrupted’: Book chronicles New Orleans music scene regaining its groove
(The HBO drama series “Treme,” which Spera says is so accurate “it almost seems like a documentary,” hasn’t hurt, either.) “Katrina was probably the best booking agent that Allen Toussaint ever had,” says Spera. “He’s toured more than he has in the past five years than he has in the previous 40. His collaboration with Elvis Costello (the 2006 album ‘The River in Reverse’) kicked him into a much higher profile, and his public face is much more visible than it ever has been. And that kind of happened across the board.” A show that Spera saw by New Orleans jazz trumpeter Kermit Ruffins, in Houston, two weeks after Katrina, offered a sign of things to come. “Almost everyone in there was wearing Mardi Gras beads,” says Spera. “Locals never wear outside of Mardi Gras season: That’s the mark of a tourist, to wear Mardi Gras beads any time other than the week leading up to Mardi Gras itself.
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Piano Bar Cabaret
By Thor Amanda Chadwick gathered some friends together for brunch at Dexter’s (808 East Washington Street.) Tables were pushed together to accommodate everyone. Everyone ordered Mimosa’s or juice. My omelet was reasonably good but lacking in spices. After we ate some of us went to Parliament House (410 North Orange Blossom Trail) for the Sunday Piano Bar Cabaret that occurs every week from 1pm to 4pm. When Terry and I arrived, Kelly Richards was still setting up. He draped a black cloth over two small tables and used that to support his electronic piano. A tall tips chalice was rimmed with Mardi Gras beads. Amanda, Denna Beena and Travis Fillmen were already there. Mark Baratelli arrived soon after us. Mark performed early in the line up. He sang a Jason Robert Brown song but he improvised all the lyrics. It was pure genius and hilarious. I was surprised when Terry got up to sing. She sang “Send in the Clowns” tentatively at first then with feeling.
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“Back before indie culture was mainstream, there was always that one kid in school who wore batshit…”
“Back before indie culture was mainstream, there was always that one kid in school who wore batshit crazy stuff with an air of indifference. The kid who could make anything cool. A bowtie. A jodhpur. Mardi Gras beads. A black Army Navy surplus bag with “The Smiths” scrawled on it in silver paint pen (oh, sorry, that last one was me). Anyway, this shirt was his — that guy who said “Jules et Jim” was his favorite movie in tenth grade, who painted his passed-down jalopy matte black, who wore his hair long over one eye and the tops of his combat boots flopped over purely by accident. It was purchased at the Benetton on Broadway near Astor Place in 1987 when Aca Joe was across the street and the Gap too. Unique and Antique Boutique were just a stroll away. He bought a vintage blazer that day too; three button, stiff three-season wool with a musty smell and subtle blue stripe on grey, a little further down Broadway at Canal Jean.
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Tarryl is fair game: Reporter tries her hand at winning prizes at the Jackson County Fair
My short stature — I’m 4 feet, 10 inches tall — did not help my odds, either. I attempted to shoot a basket three times, to no avail. So $5 spent, but no prize. I walked over to another game that I thought I could actually win: “Every bowl is a winner!” For $2, I got 10 balls to throw into fish bowls to win prizes. It doesn’t seem like it would be that hard, but it was. I missed eight of the 10 shots, most of them bouncing off the bowls’ edges and landing on the ground. However, I got two in. My prize: two goldfish. Skeeball has always been one of my favorite games, so I had to give that a shot. For $1, I played two games and won two sets of Mardi Gras beads. The next game was throwing darts at a wall of balloons. I’ve never been good at darts, either, so I was just hoping for the best on this one. I got three darts for $5. I threw the first one and busted a balloon on the first try. I wasn’t successful on the last two.
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BMWBLOG First Drive: 2011 Rolls-Royce Phantom Drophead Coupe – Precious Metal Through Fine Oil
“…throwing curves at a Phantom is like throwing Mardi Gras beads at Queen Elizabeth.” The point is, the Phantom Drophead Coupe pines to carry you in extravagant luxury, floating along in unabashed lavishness, taking in the crisp air. The way this car soothes your driving libido and calms your right foot is unparalleled. I suspect the Stig would take his helmet off after ten minutes behind the wheel. The Phantom’s very mandate is to make you feel royal, and every surface, every sparkle, every sound, smell and sensation works toward this purpose. It all starts with its time honored 6.75 liter V12 engine under-hood. Thrusting you forward in pacific smoothness, the naturally aspirated all-aluminum 12-cylinder produces 453 horsepower at 5,350 rpm and 531 lb-ft of torque at 3,500 rpm. Seventy-five percent of this engine’s torque is available at a sauntering 1,000 rpm, and so it should be, considering this car’s considerable heft: a portly 2,620 kg (5,800 lb). Since your dying to know:
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Covington woman pleads guilty to manslaughter in lovers’ tryst
They spent most of the evening and ensuing morning with friends at Tropical Isle bar on Bourbon Street, where Rowell and Talley had an argument after Talley gave some Mardi Gras beads to another man and exposed herself to him by lifting her leg onto a railing, friends at that bar testified. And then as the sun rose during the drive back across the Causeway, Kendra Talley told Rowell that her husband had raped her. Talley’s private defense attorney Kevin McNary said on Tuesday that the rape had indeed occurred. Upon dropping her home in the Covington Pointe subdivision, Rowell honked his horn and Tommy Talley came out. Rowell shot him six times, twice at close range, authorities said. The shots pierced his chest, hip, head and groin area, according to the coroner’s report. Rowell had known Kendra Talley since 1995, when she was 15 years old and he was 27, according to Rowell. They met through her parents, he said.
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Stuffed, to the Limits of the Imagination
” shouted a member of the crowd. “In this case, a simple boot stomp,” Ms. Mikelson replied. Mr. Yamada of two-headed-baby renown was a heavy favorite for this year’s top prize. He strutted on stage to James Brown, wearing a black suit and felt beret, his neck heavy with Mardi Gras beads, and displayed his collection of meticulously fashioned, Hollywood-caliber “space alien skulls,” which he called a “creative interpretation of rogue taxidermy.” The crowd roared in approval. Backstage, while the judges were making their decisions, Mr. Yamada, 50, revealed that he keeps a cabinet of curiosities and taxidermy in his two-family house in Coney Island. “I have an eight-legged dog, a four-foot centipede and a 32-foot sea snake,” he said, laughing. He added that his sense of humor came from being raised in Osaka, the “comedy capital of Japan.” As it happened, this year’s Most Twisted went to Ms. Mikelson’s zombie hare, and Mr. Yamada walked away with Best Bones.
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Barry Melrose Needs A Beer, And Other Observations From The Behatted And Be-Styxed Winter Classic [Hockey]
Our puckhead has returned from Pittsburgh with inside information on Dan Bylsma’s hat, an autographed photo of Styx, and the lasting image of Barry Melrose waiting in beerless frustration at the bar.I was at a bar near Heinz Field at around 5 p.m. on Friday night when the league announced that the Winter Classic would be moved from 1 p.m. to an 8 p.m. start time. I got the press release in my email and turned to a couple next to me that was decked out in black and yellow jerseys and Mardi Gras beads, likely having come from the fan events being held near the ice. “They moved the game to 8,” I informed them, but of course they already knew. So did the bartender. It was like they had some next-level phone tree in place at the bar. “More time to recover from New Year’s!” I said, and the woman nodded her platinum blonde head thoughtfully. “Yeah, that’s true,” she said.
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The Situation realizes he’s got a limited shelf life
What does anyone see in this guy? Yes he’s got a great body, but look at the rest of him! How can anyone see that ridiculous sneer, those Mardi Gras beads around his neck, that crewcut with the designs shaved into the side, and those overly waxed brows and take him seriously? I guess there are plenty of loser guys who want to know how another dude just like them is getting rich and famous. Mike is also getting laid, Life & Style kept a tally of how many girls he slept with on The Jersey Shore this season and his total is nine to Pauly D’s eight.
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The Walking Dead teaches us that racism will survive the zombie apocalypse [Video]
They notice a truck at a construction site in the distance. Rick and Glenn decide to cover themselves in zombie offal; if they mask their living scent with the fragrance of zombie duodenum, maybe they can brave the crowds unchomped. CON: Unartfully foreshadowed thunderheads. PRO: The zombie autopsy was burly, and Rick’s eulogy to Wayne Dunlap was some good gallows humor. “If I ever meet my family, I’ll tell them about Wayne…I’ll tell them I festooned myself with his Islets of Langerhans like they were a bunch of Mardi Gras beads.” PRO: One more thing — he’s an organ donor.” You’re a card, Glenn. PRO: T-Dog phones his home base, and Shane picks up on the other line. Ruff-row, Shaggy. CON: Shane’s reasoning for not retrieving the trapped Atlanta team is sound, but Andrea’s sister Amy reams him out for practicing proper zombie apocalypse protocol. Give this guy a break, show. PRO: Glenn’s zombie acting.
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