St. Patty's day in NOLA 3.18.2009
What's the difference between an irish wedding and an irish wake... one less drunk.
And thus I mark St. Patty's day.
Here we are rolling up into New Orleans. Tomorrow we play the first of this era of shows. This is really the first time we're going to be playing so many of these new songs. I'm glad we did the almost unheard of act of rehearsing. Actually, they rehearsed. I was in the other room trying to do vocals.
Staying in the french quarter tonight. I'm not a real St. Patty's go out and booze it and yell type, but I can't wait to have breakfast amongst the graves in Mosseleum City tomorrow. I'm really hoping tonight, for just a quiet evening, dinner with Ann Rice...you know, some onions, bottom feeding fish over rice, plenty of the sacrament.
In the very short time we've had this site a lot of people have signed up. We'll have to do something special when it gets to 5,000. A luau, some secret pagan ritual, what have you. I'm so looking forward to seeing everybody in Austin. So if you see me rolling by in a drop top caddy throw a peace sign say 'yo pimp daddy', So sayth Too Short.
Speaking of music, has anyone heard the new Neko Case yet? Oh how I love her voice and she says the funniest shit. I go on and on. Well that's what you get while writing a blog in the van on the way to the french quarter. Well we just turned right on Canal Street. Next blog I'll say something more organized about politics and music or at least some semi cogent musings. Think we'll begin this evening with a martini. Remember, I don't like gin. I love gin. Oh shit, there's beads everywhere.