Oh well oh well oh well… It has certainly been a while Ladies & Germs! Sorry about the long wait but lately I’ve been whirling around like a spinning top (as we say where I come from) and super busy with my band Arrows of Time! Now I finally have some time to type random stuff so let me tell you a couple of stories about places, food, music, boobies, terrible hangovers and mud…
I’ve been to NOLA with my girlfriend Lucy and what an incredible part of the planet that is..
The music, the people, the “heart-attack-friendly” food, the history, the architecture.. Everything was top notch from the very first moment we arrived, when our transfer bus from Louis Armstrong airport ended up in a ‘Second Line’ Parade for the funeral of “Trumpet Black” Travis Hill (we obviously jumped out and joined it) until the last day spent with an incredible Couchsurfer host called Tim.
As usual I won’t tell you what happened day by day, second by second, but I’ll list a top 3 with some nice pics you can look at.. I also get bored when there’s too much to read and no pictures so here we go:
- Second Line Parade, which is a pretty cool way that people from the Big Easy use to celebrate good or bad things. On this occasion it was the funeral of 28 year old Travis Hill, died while touring with his band in Japan. People were literally crying meanwhile playing instruments on the street and it all ended up in Treme at Travis’s grandma’s house. Words just can’t explain…
- Hot 8 Brass Band at The Howlin’ Wolf: Oh man… These guys can surely give you some Sexual Healing!
- THE FOOD! Which is what this blog is all about… I mean, look at those pictures!!
Everyone knows that a trip to the USA it’s not a proper one until you hit the road and even if the weather forecast was suggesting to STAY AT HOME we decided to stop listening to the experts, rented a shitty car and we drove to Austin.
Jesus, Joseph and Mary! These paranoid American weather experts were Goddamned right! What a disaster!! Rain and wind and huge splashes from huge trucks and traffic jams and rain and thunderstorms and wind! Thankfully, we found the legendary Billy’s Boudin balls on our way there and, after stuffing our faces with their succulent deep fried products, what in reality was the arrival of the Four Knights of the Apocalypse seemed to us like a little bit of rain.
I’m glad we went to Austin, even if just for one day; it’s a vibrant and lively city, with a lot of cool bars, all sort of food trucks, young people and a brilliant music scene. It’s pretty damn hot over there but, even if it’s Texas, life is pretty slow and everyone seems to enjoy whatever things they’re doing. Plus there’s the big fella Colorado River cutting right through the middle of it and there’s no hard day at work that a canoe ride (and a couple of good local beers) can’t beat.
- Vapors of Morphine at The Continental club: Mark Sandman’s tragic death on stage in Rome back in 1999 brought years and years of radio silence from the Low Rock trio.. Now the two surviving members Dana Colley and Jerome Dupree teamed up with Jeremy Lyons to play Morphine’s songs and they happened to be playing 3 nights in a row in Austin when I was there! YES! If you know what I’m talking about you’ll surely get the excitement, if not, start your education with this incredibly ‘Buena’ song..
- La Barbecue food truck: Cheap, big, tasty, U-N-B-E-L-I-E-V-A-B-L-E!! See below..
Driving back to The Big Easy wasn’t a mission this time, our last night there was pretty chilled, thanks to an unbelievable dude from Seattle called Tim Brockman who let us Couchsurf at his beautiful “work” Victorian villa and on the way back to Europe we stopped for an entire afternoon in NYC.
The big Apple is always a pretty cool place for an afternoon stop-over. After a stroll around Central Park and an “healthy” lunch at 5 Napkin Burger on the Upper West side with a couple of friends, we jumped on a bus that took us all the way down to the Hook & Ladder 8 fire station, better known as the Ghostbusters building.
Now onto ‘Mud, mud, glorious mud’..
The reason why I mentioned it previously is because I’ve been to two British music festivals recently and mud showed up eventually but certainly wasn’t the main actor.
Isle of Wight was great: I played in the tiny Hey Joe stage with my band and, for the first time in my music experience, got a little taste of the “being-a-rock-star” cake. No groupies were harmed in the process and quite frankly the only real groupie was Will’s dad, who cooked us breakfast in the comfort of a warm country house not once but twice.
Blur, Fleetwood Mac, Pharrell Williams (see below) and Jethro Tull upon my favourites. Gutted I missed Kool & the Gang, which apparently were unbelievable!
Glastonbury was even greater and in all fairness it’s probably the best party I’ve ever been! Where else in the world you’ll see Patty Smith joined on stage by the Dalai Lama and a group of thousands hangover/high/emotional fellows singing him Happy Birthday?!? Unfortunately I missed that but watching it on YouTube three days after the festival was over gave me the chills and made me cry a little bit (a lot more than a little bit actually). And don’t get me started about The Fat White Family followed by The Church in Hell-Shangri-La at 5am, or Lionel Richie bringing some California sun at the Pyramid stage, or the Rabbit Hole club at The Park, Jungle and Mark Ronson at The Other Stage etc. etc. etc. God! What a fiesta! If you’re curious click here for some official pics divided by day.
I’m exhausted now. I need some sleep. And I need to stop drinking for at least a year. But ACDC are playing in Wembley this weekend so I reckon all these plan for good and healthy behaviours have to wait.