It’s a great time to be in this beautiful city for a few days; I’ve enjoyed myself thoroughly, eaten way too much, and the running shoes haven’t made it out of my duffel bag and onto my feet once. If anyone is complaining about the weather here, they need to have their head examined. I walked over to Le Bon Temps Roulé last night, sat at the bar and listened to a young man who was clearly possessed by the spirits of Professor Longhair, James Booker, and Roosevelt Sykes play the living hell out of every single one of an old upright piano’s 88 keys. But the music was (unfortunately) sideshow to the conversations and billiards action. (see my fb status from last night for more detail.) I went out early, and came back early–making a slight detour down to the Rainbow Grocery for a bag of Zapps and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Therapy(WTH?). Somehow those two items cost me $9.13. I sat on the bed watching the CNN SeaWorld exposé, and though I can’t say it was in any way appetizing subject matter, I ate almost the whole container–stopping only because the realization that I had consumed the whole thing in one sitting would have been too disgusting to face. So, the last 2 tablespoons are sitting in the freezer, waiting. I’m a block from Magazine St. It would be too easy to troll that thoroughfare for something decadent to eat, and perhaps an afternoon beer. Good thing I’ve got a gig! Yes, it’s the rock n’ roll that actually helps keep me in line, ma. I’ll be over at Chickie Wah Wah tonight, with Sarah Potenza, starting at 9 p.m. And yes, there’s a huge Halloween ball going on over on Frenchmen St., but we shall render the music fearlessly for whosoever may choose to drop in. (I hear the ball goes til 4 a.m. so, really, ya got plenty of time–.)
Nashville, I’ll see you soon–maybe tomorrow night. Maybe.