I’ve fallen in love. I don’t know how it happened, only a few days ago I was infatuated with another – how quickly things change. Who is this latest love in my life? Who has taken my heart forever? New Orleans.
I’ve only been here a few days, but it’s made me realize once again how much I love music, and how much I need it in my life. The sheer amount of great musicians in this town is mind-boggling. I could go out every night and see a different band/musician/group as long as I can keep myself awake. I look around at other people while watching and listening to the music, and a lot of times I’m the only one moving. For me, music is infectious and my body just reacts. I don’t understand why everyone doesn’t have the same reaction to music. Why is it that I can’t help myself? If I have one addiction, it is music. And New Orleans is the dealer. She’ll supply you with anything you need, and keep you coming back for more.
I’ve seen great music in my time here. Sunday afternoon I went to a place called The Spotted Cat Music Club. It was a great little place with music starting from 3pm to late in the evening, with 3 different bands. No cover, just a one-drink minimum per set. The first band was called Rights of Swing. One thing I learned was that, in the great New Orleans tradition, musicians work for tips. When I first got to the club, there were only a few people there. I wondered how they could afford to pay a band to perform with so few people there. It was 30 minutes or so into the set when I learned that they DON’T pay them; we do. I love the thought of so directly supporting music and the arts. In addition to the music, I met some great people there! I met a number of people that night; all great people, including one, Tracy, that I may have talked into applying for the Foreign Service. 🙂 The couple I ended the night with, Dan and Danielle, I danced with, I ate with, they even drove me back to my hotel! Pooh had a great time!
I went to another place (Margaritaville) on Monday, where I watched a musician named Truman Holland play. I think my favorite was a song he wrote about waking up to someone cooking bacon in her thong. 😀 I know more than a few men that would dream about that. Walking back to my hotel, I heard numerous street musicians playing. I think my favorite sight was a man walking down the street with an enormous sousaphone (a tuba that fits around your body, making it easier to carry) – where else are you going to see that?
Each day I learn something new – about the world, about myself. I’ve learned, being here, that food isn’t a high priority for me. Of course, while in New Orleans, I did make sure to try some specialties, but I think I only did that because it was something you should do while here. I had beignets and chicory coffee; I had some gumbo and po’boys. But food doesn’t satisfy me like music does. Food is for sustenance; music is for life. My time has been too short here; I know I need to come back.
If you get the chance, I would, run, run, run to New Orleans. You won’t regret it!