How To Read Bill Kristol

There's one thing you can say about Bill Kristol, he's consistent.

He reminds me of the movie critic on a TV show I used to be on. The rule of thumb was if he liked it, I hated it, and if he hated it, I was first in line the next day to see it.

If I were to read Kristol's pieces in the NYT Op-Ed, that's how I would approach it. I don't ever plan to read one, and that paper has been greatly diminished in my eyes because they hired him, but if you really want to know what's going on, read Kristol and believe the opposite.

He hasn't been right about anything, not ever.

The latest example of what not to believe came when he said on Fox News that Sen. Clinton was faking her emotional moment in New Hampshire. He said it with great conviction. He was so wrong even BRITT HUME disagreed with him.

He says Clinton faked it? She must have been sincere.

Of course, he has been wrong about bigger things, Iraq for instance. Everything he's ever said on Iraq, for instance. There is blood on his hands which he has now wiped off on the Op-Ed page of the New York Times.

Meanwhile, if you're ever stuck someplace and you can't avoid Kristol, just use this rule: If Bill Kristol says something, always believe the opposite. You can't go wrong.
Remember, he's the man who said that the Iraq war "could have terrifically good effects throughout the Middle East," and "Very few wars in American history were prepared better or more thoroughly than this one by this president."

And Plan 9 From Outer Space is one of the great American films of all time.

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This week's LivePDX.com music blog.

News and Gossip: LV's Goes Silent (For Now), Summer Dreams, Potential Awards Train Wreck

While I continue to devour Louis Armstrong's New Orleans, the best book on the history of jazz I've ever read...

The first glimmer of warmth and sun is in. Negotiations are underway for the 2008 Waterfront Blues Festival. They're working on getting the Pine Leaf Boys, the Cajun/Creole band from Southern Louisiana and featuring the amazing fiddler/accordionist Cedric Watson. Other New Orleans bands in the plans are a Stanton Moore trio and Alan Toussaint, who is in San Francisco on July 6. Money might keep him away. He's expensive. Nobody's confirmed. We can hope.

I have been lobbying/begging for Bonerama, Washboard Chaz and any band with Skerik in it.

Willamette Week broke the original story, but the Craig Marquardo saga continues. You may remember him from when he was caught in several lies when he was involved in trying to bring a major league baseball team to Portland. Turns out, lying is a full time business. Read the comments with each of those stories.

He now publishes Music Spectator Magazine and is behind the Portland Music Awards planned for the Roseland on Monday, January 28. Apparently he's up to the same old monkey-business. One broadcaster said, "We…have been in contact with some of the performers and musicians listed on his 'Nominee List,' and they're beginning to drop out like Poll numbers. Let's hope this isn't another of his 'Big Plans.'"

Another music insider told me, "…a lot of the bands who he says are playing never agreed to play." And yet another said, "…he’s way out of touch based on my ‘conversation’ with him — he talked for 25 minutes. I listened."

Also turns out he has started booking music at the Pine Street Bistro (formerly Abu Karim), which has been struggling since it changed hands. Someone who is involved confirmed that, "[The new owner] now has Craig Marquardo doing the booking and promo for him, of all people."

He's on the wrong track and headed for you.

The guitarist I mentioned a few weeks ago who is starting his own label? Terry Robb. The name of the label? PsycheDelta. It will be distributed by Allegro. The diva he's about to sign? Still embargoed. Robb produced John Callahan's album Purple Winos In the Rain. John self-released at first, but now it'll be on Terry's label.

What you learn when you hang around the NW Film Center's Reel Music Festival on opening night: 1) the very well dressed NW Film Center Regional Services Coordinator Thomas Phillipson is a closet accordionist who prefers Western Swing and wouldn't be caught dead playing polka; 2) the two Dylan films reinforced how mean and arrogant he was back then; and 3) people who come to music films and insist on humming along with the tunes should have their own private section. It isn't karaoke, idiots.

Pi-Rem is back open. Two of the owners are gone and the third has returned to his studies in Berkeley, but the show goes on! A new entrance around back replaces the riot-lighting in the old lobby entrance. Don't bother checking online, their site hasn't caught up yet.

The rumor is the sad truth: LV's is silent. Here's what Darrell Grant emailed: "For the moment, it is clear that LV's Uptown, as we knew it, is no more. While I sincerely hope the [new owners] choose to make music a part of the vision for the restaurant, and believe it would be to their benefit to do so, they are (rightly, in my opinion) focused on completing their remodel, and getting the restaurant in shape to promote it to the public and attract patrons. They have left the door open to future discussions on music at the restaurant, (and they kept the stage.)

I also have to take some responsibility in this transition, as it coincides with my desire to take a break from the ongoing weekly responsibilities of booking, administering and promoting a live music venue, which I've been doing for almost three years."

Was that Pink Martini I heard in an American Express TV spot?

Biggest regret of the week: New Orleans Saxophonist Reggie Houston invited me over for his red beans and rice, plus the BCS championship football game on TV, and I couldn't make it!

Mary Flower on my KMHD show Saturday Night!

Internationally-known guitarist and 2008 Handy Award nominiee Mary Flower will be my studio guest at 10:15pm on KMHD radio 89.1 fm and streaming at www.kmhd.fm. She'll be bringing in a set of music she's been listening to.
She's appearing with Reggie Houston at Mississippi Studios in Portland on Saturday Jan 26.

My livepdx.com Music Blog

I am writing a weekly music blog on livepdx.com. You can find it here. Here's last week's:

Blotto Barfly Bus on New Year's Eve

Tue, 01/08

by Tom D'Antoni

While sitting in the Pharmacy Café listening to the Meters on WWOZ (that's in New Orleans, y'all)...

Two vivid memories from New Year's Eve on the Barfly Bus: 1) horns blown in my ear, and 2) climbing to the top of Rocky Butte at midnight carrying a bottle of champagne, along with Jen Lane and the rest of the people from the bus, reaching the top and saying, "This is just too f---ing cold, let's go back to the bus and drink."

You get on the bus not knowing where they're taking you. Me and the spousal unit, a couple of friends and about 70 others piled on Jen's bus (one of six).

As far as I can remember, the itinerary went like this:

We departed from the Rialto (where I found out the best and cheapest Greek salad in town had been taken off the menu…along with a lot of other items). The crew on the bus ranged from normal looking folks, all the way to too-much-metal, too-much-ink, too-little-clothes, too-full-of-myself scenesters. Unfortunately, the scene was 1994.

The first stop was Tube, which used to look like something out of 2001(the movie) and now looks more like something from the set of Brazil (the movie), quite ruined, somewhat charmingly so, a 21st Century dive.

Second stop was Jen Lane's "office," Sewickly's Addition. Who didn't know we were going there?

Third stop was the Rumpus Room out past SE 92nd on Division, where there was karaoke and where the drinks really began to take their toll. One guy from the bus got a triple lap dance from three women from the bus. I wanted to sing some James Brown, but the DJ had none. Their loss.

Frigid Rocky Butte was next. It was a good idea, conceptually.

Fifth stop was sloppy. The hats, horns and noise makers were in the hands of the riders by now. It was loud. I think we were at Roscoe's on SE Stark out by 82nd. I do know that one guy fell off a barstool and a girl had to be held up. Things get fuzzy after that. Ok, things were fuzzy already.

Jen dropped us off at Dante's, where they were having a "Karaoke From Hell" marathon. I hiked back to the car, not subjecting my companions to the cold six-block walk.

I probably had a really good time. You'll have to ask somebody who saw me.

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One more New Year's item: Funny that three of the top music bookers in town were all at the Bingo and Dream Band show at Kennedy School…Jan Haedinger (McMenamins booking agent), Lisa Lepine (Bite of Oregon booking agent) and Alicia Rose (Doug Fir booking agent). Mike McMenamin was there, too.

Speaking of Lisa, her New Year's day party was packed and was subsequently sent into orbit when Chervona, that wacked-out Russian band, showed up and rocked the house (pictured, photo by Jamie Lee Christiana). I'm writing about them in Friday's A&E. Their Old Russian New Year's Eve show is Saturday at The Bitter End.

A few more random notes:

The jazz community is holding its breath, waiting to hear if LV's Uptown has gone the way of the Blue Monk. Apparently the restaurant changed hands, and they may be eliminating the music.

OHM is going back to electronica, and guess who is back on Tuesday nights? Keith Schreiner (Auditory Sculpture), one third of Dahia, who used to own Tuesday nights at OHM. Looks like a solo gig for now. Just don't tell him I called it "electronica."

Jazztronica, of which Keith is also a part, is going to be at Jimmy Mak's twice this week, Tuesday at 6:00pm and Friday at 10:00pm. Good move on JM's part, trying them out late. Keith wrote "…hope to see ya. And yes I will be at Jimmy's and then hi-tail it to the Ohm on Tuesday...double booking nights are oh so fun, jeesh."

This just in: According to an email from an artist who works there and just lost a gig, The Green Room folks told him/her/it that they've lost their lease. Confirmed later.

Clinton/Obama Joint News Conference on Race/Gender

TRANSCRIPT OF TODAY'S 9AM ET JOINT NEWS CONFERENCE WITH SENS. HILLARY CLINTON (D-NY) AND BARAK OBAMA (D-IL)


Sen. Clinton: We have called this joint news conference today because Barak and I want to make something very clear to our fellow Democrats and to all of America.

Sen. Obama: For the past few weeks the two of us have been concerned about the tenor of the campaign. We do not want our supporters or anyone else to mistake what we say.

Sen. Clinton: First of all we are Democrats. Democrats stand for equal rights and justice, for all races, genders, sexual preferences, religious preferences...or no religious preferences. All of the legislation to insure these equal rights has come from Democrats.

Sen. Obama: We do not seek, as the Republicans do, to exploit divisions among people...to stoke latent prejudices and make political gains from them. And so we have come before you today to make a pledge. We don't apologize for criticisms we have made of each other's records or positions.

Sen. Clinton: No, they are an important part of the process of choosing a new President. What we want to make clear is that when we criticize each other, what we say is neither racist nor sexist. Therefore, we pledge here today that for the rest of the campaign neither one of us or our representatives will accuse the other of either racism or sexism.

Sen. Obama: This is new to America...an African-American and a woman, running for the highest office in the land, and against each other. We both acknowledge that there are race and gender tensions in America. We would be silly to say there weren't. But I tell you here today, that I will never play the race card.

Sen. Clinton: And I will never play the gender card. We know that there are some Americans who will never vote for a woman for president.

Sen. Obama: And some who will never vote for an African-American. What is important in this campaign is that we will not make any statements which might be construed to appeal to prejudice. We'll leave those to the Republicans.

Sen. Clinton: Also, we promise that we will not react to any statement by each other and make accusations of veiled racism or sexism.

Sen. Obama: We want our supporters and representatives to know that whatever we say is about what we feel is best for America. We're going to appeal to our natural constituencies, of course, we'd be stupid not to.

Sen. Clinton: But at no time are you or anyone else to construe that what we say has an ounce of prejudice or pandering to race or gender. After the nightmare of the past seven years, we seek to restore respect for ourselves as Americans and for the United States on the planet.

Sen. Obama: Let that moral compass come from us, by example. And with that...

Sen. Clinton and Obama toether: Let the best candidate win!

And then I woke up.

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OK, I'm sorry

I have neglected this blog for a long time.

Don't ask.

Beginning with this week, I'll be active here again. I promise.

Brokaw Should Have Talked To Me

By Tom D'Antoni

My ex-brother-in-law gave me my first hit of LSD. He drove us toward Western Maryland, I think. I didn't notice the scenery too much because the clouds wouldn't stop changing into figurative sculpture, organizing themselves into moving morphing dancing figures for what seemed like hours.

I don't remember talking to him. I know we ended up at a party, or was it people just hanging out, musicians maybe, in a hippie apartment in the building next door to mine. I brought the clouds in with me, it seemed. They could have had them painted on the walls. There could have been black lights. All I knew was that they were there and rounded out my first psychedelic experience.

That's how I ended up as editor and publisher of Baltimore's underground/hippie paper of record, "HARRY." Yes, all caps, no I don’t have room to tell you why the name.

We printed the going rate of dope and baited the cops and lived what we preached. I spent the summer of 1970 walking around without shoes.

To our everlasting shame, P.J. O'Rourke wrote for the paper.

In July of that year I wrote in the July 17,1970 issue of HARRY:

"Scene: July4. The Lincoln Memorial—it's alabastard columns and its simple dignity—symbolic. It's like the Parthenon, the Coliseum and the Reichstag—symbolic of an empire. Undimmed by human tears but goddamned sooty from the pollution.

Pan back: The army chorus, senators, congressmen, Kate Smith, bob Hope, the army band, 4,000 hard hats, Nixon freaks, flag freaks, God's own prophet—the gospel of America incarnate—Billy Graham, a huge American flag and your mother and father on the steps in front of the memorial. They are singing the Star Spangled Banner, which as you know, is the former national anthem. Some guys somewhere in the back of the memorial are firing a fifty-six gun salute.

Pan back further: Two thousand freaks on the banks of the reflecting pool doing a number of interesting things including: (a) giving the scene in front of them (1) the fist and (2) the finger; and (b) just sitting there saying, "far out, far fucking out!"

It seems we had the smoke-in after all.

Right and Wrong ripped us off and the "movement heavies" couldn't get it together, so we did what we've always done from Woodstock to the last Balto-Cong demonstration in May—we just did it ourselves—TOGETHER.

There was no admission, there were no fences, no speeches, no collections, no march routes and NO fucking marshals.

People started arriving as early as Thursday and the D.C. free community put them up until The Big Day. Some crashed on the grounds of the Washington Monument on Friday night. Unfortunately, they were forced to play a rather unfriendly game of hide and go gas with the local constabulary. I heard they didn't mind too much, though. Matter of fact, some of the people I talked to kind of dug it. Of course, they were stoned when I talked to them.

I arrived at dawn—stoned. There were about three hundred freaks there—including a large contingent of Yippies who were painting people's faces with orange and blue war paint. I got some of the blue but none of the orange.

Everyone was sitting on the lawn in front of the Washington Monument smoking them funny looking cigarettes and puffing on pipes. I joined them. Fast.

Was the dope good? Let me put it this way—I took fifteen pictures before I realized I had no film in my camera. Yeah, it was good dope.

By nine o'clock the crowd numbered around a thousand—all stoned. The Billy Graham Honor America Before It Honors You, Buddy Day ceremonies were getting ready at the Lincoln Memorial so I walked over to the area of the press trailer so I could get press credentials. I was prevented from doing so by a cop.

"I can't even get to the press trailer to see whether I can get credentials?" I said.

"That's right."

"Oh."

I was really stoned.

After an uneventful stroll around the reflecting pool and Lincoln Memorial—well, I did rip off an American flag from a vendor and tied it upside down around my arm—I walked back to the Washington Monument grounds and found the number of freaks had almost doubled. Upon visiting the Yippie tent (a large tree) somebody laid a tab of that dynamite white acid on me—FREE. Yippies are like that.

From then on things became a little strange. Let's see—I remember ripping off a vendor for a box of Crackerjacks. I remember that.

Well, I trucked on over the Lincoln Memorial again and found that there were lots of freaks in the reflecting pool. Just then Deliverance Billy and Friends cranked up their Gods and began their show.

There was one disturbance at the Lincoln Memorial end of the reflecting pool when the cops used horses to keep the freaks from storming the ceremonies. Couple of people got kicked in the head by the horses.

I got off.

I'm afraid you're going to have to ask your friends about the details of what happened after that because—well, I know what I saw but it's hard to tell how accurate any of this is..

For instance, I don't think the Lincoln Memorial really turned into the Reichstag. I mean there really weren't any Nazi flags, were there?

As far as I can figure out, there was some head busting and gassing. This may have been caused by thinks like Yippies liberating a giant supermarket opening floodlight, tossing it in the reflecting pool and using it as a raft.

By the way, there was a huge thunderstorm—high winds, lightning, and lots of rain. We caused that. There was so much fucking freak energy that it directed itself upward and the heavens broke loose on Bob Hope's festivities. Well, it's a nice thing to believe, anyway.

One disturbing thing—and I have no logical basis for this statement—it's just a vibe I felt. This is going to be the last D.C. good time demonstration. Don't ask me why.

So it was fun. It was also a microcosm. It was a confrontation on an intellectual level with the empire when we smoked dope at the base of the Washington Monument with a couple hundred cops watching, and later when we skirmished with them.

It was a confrontation on a personal level when we had to deal with the straights who were there personifying our cultural struggle first and our relationship to our families second. It's quite easy to talk about smashing the state, but doing it when you're face to face with the "ordinary" silent majority is another thing altogether.
I wonder—when faced with this kind of confrontation—how many of us would stick our thumbs in our mouths and curl up in a mentally fetal position.

I sure don't have the answer to that."

Looking back is a bitch. I can report, however, that I still write in the same voice, I just spell better due to computers. I smell better, too. Also, that in the midst of all the hippie-cop violence, and tripping my brains out, I managed to find my car and drive back to Baltimore. One wrong turn took me in front of St. Elizabeth's Hospital, a mental institution (the one they keep John Hinckley in). I saw what it was and quickly got away from it as fast as I could.

I must say, I always enjoyed my LSD hallucinations, no matter how horrifying. I mean, I knew that the origin was inside my head. I still enjoy the inside of my head from time to time.

I knew I was ok when I spotted Nipper, the big RCA dog, on top of the building at the edge of downtown Baltimore. THAT was NOT a hallucination.

And by the way, I don't regret a thing except my naivety.

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Old scores and hurt feelings

I got this today from Delmark Goldfarb:

Hello Tom:
I respect you integrity a lot, so I have to share this concern with you.
Regarding your piece on the award at the fest . . .
following the first fest, there were NO lawsuits or challenges.
Never any legal action. Ever.
Accusations like that are hard to rise above. And when they are repeated, it gets distorted further.
It's not helpful to have that on the internet. I cannot link to it for any reason.
I'd be happy to clarify it for you, there's plenty of public record.
BUT there was never any lawsuit. Not one.
Your piece states that there were lots of 'em. Quite a difference.
I don't lay out the tale unless someone asks.
Later,
Del

I replied:

I'm sorry the facts are wrong. I didn't make it up. I don't make things up. Why would you even say something like that.
I don't remember exactly who said that to me, it was a couple of people as I remember. Seemed to be common knowledge.
Of course, I don't know if what you're saying is any truer than what I was told. I suspect it is.
I think the recognition you got at this year's Blues Festival says it all.

So there you have it. Nobody reads this blog anyway.

My KMHD Playlist 8-4-07

10:00 PM Wayne Horvitz Duke Monolgue
10:03 PM Lester Bowie Waterfall When the Spirit Returns
10:08 PM Art Ensemble of Chicago Suite For Lester Tribute To Lester
10:14 PM Anachronic Jazz Band Giant Steps Blues to Bechet
10:20 PM Klezmocracy Reslolution Unrelesed Courtney Von Drehle tune
10:28 PM 3 Leg Torso Divertissments For Performing Bears 3 Leg Torso
10:31 PM Motion Tro Tango Motion Trio
10:34 PM Jamie Stillway Madelein's Sin Mell Of a Hess
10:37 PM Topiary Kings Richard's Garden unreleased
10:40 PM Billy Tipton Saxophone Quartet Fat Bearded Lady Walks the Tightrope Sax House Courtney von Drehle tune
10:44 PM Jimmy T99 Nelson Meet Me With Your Black Dress On
10:50 PM Jimmy T99 Nelson Wee Baby Blues unreleased David Vest, piano
10:55 PM Jimmy T99 Nelson The Devil's Sending Up a Blessing To You

11:02 PM Darrel Grant From "Spirit" CD release concert 12/12/02 Oregon Art Beat Archives
11:34 PM Pink Martini Everywhere Hey Eugene!
11:37 PM John Abercrombie Vingt Six The Third Trio
11:42 PM Solomon Burke Don't Give Up On Me Don't Give Up On Me
11:45 PM Mary Flower Three Sisters' Waltz Instrumental Breakdown
11:49 PM Gabriela Ecos de Allia Atras Viento Rojo Bill Frisell: music Tom D: reading
11:55 PM Anat Fort Morning: Good A Long Story

12:02 AM Keith Jarrett The Entire Koln Concert

Watching My TV Stuff Here

I've been putting up here all the stories and ephemera I've recently placed on YouTube. I may continue to do that but not as much. If you'd like to keep current with what I'm putting up you can click on the link in the links section (scroll down down down).
Here it is if you want to bookmark it:
My YouTube Channel

My KMHD Playlist 7-28-07

And a big thanks to Belinda and Melissa Underwood aka Beliss for driving out to the station and spending time with me on the air!

10:00 PM Wayne Horvitz Duke Monologue
10:03 PM Red Garland Ron Carter Philly Joe Jones Railroad Crossing Crossings
10:08 PM Eberhard Weber Syndrome Stages of a Long Journey Carla Bley tune
10:17 PM Bleliss Baby Cop Beliss
10:22 PM Beliss Goin' Down Beliss
10:35 PM Belinda Underwood Midnight Snatcher Unreleased
10:40 PM Joanna Newsom Three Little Babes The Milk-Eyed Mender Beliss' choice set
10:43 PM The Poppy Family Where Evil Grows A Good Think Lastq same
10:45 PM Bobbie Gentry Refractions An American Quilt samr
10:48 PM Curtis Mayfield The Other Side of Town Curtis samr
10:53 PM Klezmocracy Adventures of a Solioquy unreleased Joe Janiga tune

11:03 PM Reggie Houston From Oregon Art Beat Live at the Candlelight in Portland
11:21 PM Eberhard Weber The Colors of Chloe Stages of a Long Journey
11:30 PM John Abercrombie Number 9 The Third Quartet
11:36 PM Anat Fort Just Now, Var 1 A Long Story
11:40 PM Kurt Elling Where Are You My Love Nightmoves
11:45 PM Stefano Battaglia Canzone di Laura Betti Re: Pasolini
11:49 PM Enrico Rava Todamor The Words and the Days
11:56 PM Dino Saluzzi/Anja Lechner Tango a mi padre Ojos Negros

12:02 AM Herbie Hancock Piano Intro/Maiden Voyage/Nefertiti V.S.O.P Vinyl
12:26 AM Herbie Hancock Toys/You'll Know When You Get There same
12:49 AM Herbie Hancock Hang Up Your Hang Ups same

Even More of My TV Stories

Steve Reich with 3rd Angle Music Ensemble Part 1



Steve Reich with 3rd Angle Music Ensemble Part 2



The Making of Defiant Requiem Part 1



The Making of Defiant Requiem Part 2



Cybele & Boteilus



Ron Rogers



David Friesen



David Delamare

Playlist from my KMHD radio show. 7-14-07

10:00 PM Wayne Horvitz Duke Monologue
10:03 PM Rahsaan Roland Kirk Bright Moments Bright Moments
10:17 PM Tom Waits & the Kronos Quartet Diamond In Your Mind Healing the Divide
10:22 PM Arto Lindsay Tone Prize
10:27 PM Auditory Sculpture/Keith Schriener eye, ear and nose candy Sessions at East
10:31 PM Tom Waits & the Kronos Quartet Lost In the Harbor Healing the Divide
10:41 PM David Murray Black Saint Quartet Sacred Ground Sacred Ground
10:47 PM John Boutte At the Foot of Canal Street At the Foot of Canal Street
10:54 PM Greg Goebel Moon and Sand/Say Yes Unreleased

11:01 PM Pink Martini Sympatique Art Beat Archives Bite of Oregon
11:07 PM Pink Martini Flying Squirell same same
11:12 PM Pink Martini Hang On Little Tomato same
11:17 PM Charles Mingus Scenes In the City Symposium of Music and Poetry
11:31 PM Glen Moore Bloomination Nude Bass Ascending
11:37 PM Savath & Savalas Era Tu Golden Pollen
11:40 PM Midnight Siren Take a Stand Instead of Sleeping
11:43 PM 3 Leg Torso Danza Lucumi Astor In Paris
11:49 PM Keith Jarrett Trio I Remeber Clifford Still Live
11:56 PM Duoglide Virtual Seduction Song Noir

12:01 AM Gil Evans Orchestra La Nevada/Where Flamingos Fly/Bilbao Song/Stratu Out of the Cool
12:34 AM Gil Evans Orchestra Moon Taj/Pots/Angor Wat/ Into the Hot

More of My Stories

March Fourth Marching Band



China Forbes



Noah Mickens



Portland Art Center



David Delamare

Playlist from my Blues Festival radio show. 7-7-07

As I said on the air, I broke all the rules, inluding my own. Back next week to whatever passes for normal on my show.
I dedicated this show, on the air, to Peter Dammann.

10:01 PM Little Richard Rip It Up The Essential Little Richard
10:03 PM Chris Kenner Land of A Thousand Dances More New Orleans Party Classics
10:06 PM Wild Magnolias Party Life Is A Carnival
10:11 PM The Dirty Dozen Brass Band Ain't Nothing But a Party Medicated Magic
10:18 PM Eddie Bo Hook & Sling The Hook & Slng
10:22 PM Amos Milburn Chicken Shack Boogie Crescent City Gold
10:26 PM Mavis Stapes/Staples Singers Pray On My Child Peace In the Neighborhood
10:30 PM David Vest Try Not To Kill ME Serve Me Right to Shuffle
10:33 PM Charmaine Neville Band with Reggie Houston and Amasa Miller The Right Key But the Wrong Keyhole Doctors, Professors, Kings and Queens
10:38 PM John Boutte A Change Is Gonna Come At the Foot of Canal Street
10:46 PM John Lee Hooker One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer Chill Out
10:49 PM Norman Sylvester Hard Times Rose City Blues Festival
10:53 PM Red Hot Blues Singers Flood In the Basement Blues Hot Off the Press
10:56 PM Percy Mayfield Danger Zone Walking On a Tightrope

11:01 PM Allen Toussaint All of It Connected
11:05 PM (Everybody Wanna Get Rich) Rite Away Dr. John Desitively Bonneroo
11:07 PM All I Do Every Day The Meters Kickback
11:12 PM John Cleary and the Absolute Monster Gentlemen Ain't Nuttin Nice Pin Your Spin
11:16 PM Papa Grows Funk Fish-Eyed Fool Live at the Leaf
11:24 PM Funky Meters Keep On Marching Fiyo at the Fillmore
11:31 PM John Boutte Someone To Watch Over Me At the Foot of Canal St.
11:36 PM Dr. John Since I Fell For You Goin' Back to New Orleans
11:39 PM Johnny Adams Down That Long Lonely Road Louisiana Spice
11:44 PM Irma Thomas Ruler of My Heart Finger Poppn' and Stompin' Feet
11:47 PM Slim Harpo Rainin' In My Heart The Best of Slim Harpo
11:49 PM Allen Toussaint With You In Mind The Allen Toussaint Collection
11:55 PM Alex Spearman Mama Ka Toka Laka Poo Poo Ya New Orleans Popeye Party

12:00 AM Neville Brothers Congo Square/Can't Stop Da Funk/Ball of Confusion Live at Jazzfest 2005
12:30 AM Neville Brothers Big Chief/Tell It Like It Is/Iko Iko/Brother John Live at Jazzfst 2005

 

 

 

 

And then it ended. Six days of much more than blues. As Chirs Thomas King likes to say, "I don't give a damn what the purists say, they wouldn't know the blues if it bit em anyway."
Early on, I decided not to write a lot about the music, but just comment once in a while and show you pictures. I'll have some more to say later after I've processed.

The Neville Brothers Close the Festival

Nuff Said.

 

 

 

 

Almost Done

I'm not preturbed, really. Ok, some.

 

The Nevilles had already started at the other end of the Festival. At the A&E stage Janice Scroggins and Louis Pain work out something before Linda Hornbuckle's band started.

 

And I introduced them.

 

And the dancing started immediately.

 

"Voices of the Wetlands" set

"Voices of the Wetlands" was formed at least a year before faulty construction of the levees caused New Orelans to be destroyed. Their point was that because the wetlands south of the city had been ignored and exploited for profit there was a much greater danger of flooding.
Yeah, I know. Brownie's boss and the feds in general had dropped the ball on this for decades.
Nothing has gotten any better. But voices must still be raised.

 

Members include, Cyril Neville, Tab Benoit, Anders Osbourne, Jumpin' Johnny Sansone, Wayne Thibodoux and others.

 

 

 

Before "Voice of the Wetlands" set

New Orleans legends Big Chief Monk Boudreaux of the Golden Eagles Mardi Gras Indians and Cyril Neville.

 

 

A gator on the amp.