He and She Said:
Are you going out to dinner tonight? You’d better be.
As we wrote Wednesday, and as the media has been reporting ad naseum, the end of the world pre-game show, rumored to be hosted by Ryan Seacrest, begins Saturday.
Scoff if you dare, but pretty much everyday we get a call from our kitchen contractor with another sign of the apocalypse, so we’re not having any trouble believing. Which leads us to our fun and surprisingly difficult question:
If the world’s ending tomorrow, where in New Orleans are you eating tonight?
It’s not like it’s the end of the world, you know.
Just in case you’re wondering, the world is not ending Saturday. Today’s five second theology primer concerns the Rapture, confused by many with the end of the world. On the contrary, the Rapture forecast for this weekend is more like the beginning of the end, a special kind of cosmic Bonnaroo in which the righteous among us simultaneously disappear, leaving the remainder to muck out their days attending festivals, eating and drinking, second lining, and engaging in other tawdry pursuits. But don’t give these clever biblical numerologists too much credit; we all know that a detailed vision of the Rapture was foreseen in the ’80′s, and here’s the evidence:
Guys and gals, I am exhausted, plain and simple. Festival season is of course my favorite time of year (well, except the Holidays), but while my soul is nurtured my body feels like the tether ball in a game amongst hyperactive 4th graders. Am I complaining? No not really. It’s all great fun, but I must admit that I’m ready for a bit of a lull.
Don’t get used to it though, because while the festival season end is in sight, it’s not quite here yet. There are still lots more cool happenings in and around town on the horizon. New Orleans never really stops and, if you can bear the heat, fun stuff is out there. Here are a few of my favorite late spring and early summer events. Continue reading
He and She Said:
Another ‘Fest in the books, blessed by perfect weather and not a drop of rain to be found.
Among other things, 2011 gave us the farewell Jazzfest performance of the Radiators. Although it has varied from time to time, this has been the default closing act on the Gentilly Stage on Second Sunday in the same way that the Neville Brothers have wrapped things up at Acura.
Which brings us to our very simple yet profoundly important poll question: Who’s next in line? Who is your choice to take the Radiator’s place to wrap up the ‘Fest at the Gentilly Stage each year? Credit due to a friend and sometime commenter for suggesting this topic while we were at Congo Square Saturday. Much discussion was had, and below are our choices. Remember, it’s a Louisiana tradition to vote early and often, so let your voice be heard. Clips from each artist are below the poll, and send us a comment if we missed someone.
A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him. -Arthur Symons
The Grand Canal from the Ponte dell' Accademia
How narrow is the line between authenticity and cliché? I was having just that conversation with a friend of mine recently as we discussed the Mardi Gras Indians. Once the bright lights of the world are upon you and you are ‘discovered,’ he reasoned, there is great, perhaps inevitable, temptation to play to the camera, to caricature yourself one step at a time. Eventually you risk becoming a product of your audience’s feedback, rather than a collaboration with your own muse.
Venice (Italy, not Louisiana) has been accused of all of this. A tiny jewel box of a destination, it’s been a required stop on the Grand Tour of wealthy Europeans for centuries and on the bucket list for the rest of the globe as well. The result: an often horrifically crowded, always astronomically expensive destination where the tourists outnumber the ancient locals by a huge margin.
But Venice is more than this. I’ve been twice, most recently a bit more than a year ago as part of a trip to celebrate my wife’s very significant birthday (29th,of course. What were you thinking?) I’ve been wanting to share a bit about it ever since and finally made the time to do so.
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Cinco de Mayo is a holiday that is virtually ignored in Mexico (at least according to Wikipedia). Perhaps that’s because the date memorializes the defeat of a French army in 1862. Who celebrates a military defeat of the French? That’s like high-fiving after you beat the blind kid down the street in an archery contest. It’s not like the Mexicans bested them in a sauteing throwdown or a cheese-off.
Whatever. We still love the growing influence of Cinco de Mayo and its annual celebration of Mexican culture (Don’t worry, Francophiles, we’ll make fun of other cultures on Bastille Day). Here’s our favorite way to make fajitas in a recipe that can be easily scaled for however many attend your fiesta. Here’s a link for catfish fajitas if you prefer seafood. And don’t forget the mojitos.
Bone weary, we spilled out onto Frenchmen at nearly 2am. It was Sunday night-more accurately, Monday morning-and the multitudes weren’t nearly ready to give up the ghost. As we worked our way to lower Decatur and into the Quarter after an incendiary set at Snug Harbor, the siren call of the backbeat pulsed from one door after another, inviting us in for just one more song, one more set.
Even after an amazing evening, with work already sticking its unwelcome head over the horizon, I still felt a bite of regret thinking of what else we were leaving behind as we made the sane choice and headed for bed. As we called it a night I took a moment to reflect on the inaccuracy in the media reports of the successful end of the Jazzfest weekend.