Tuesday, 19 February 2013

Big Easy, Bad Rap - A Peppery Incident.

Royal St, New Orleans, Feb 2013 ( La Laurie mansion in background).
 "Baby please don't go back to New Orleans, y'know I love you so, baby please don't go." - Big Joe Williams

On Saturday evening, between sets at the Golden Lantern on Royal Street, I decided to leave the French Quarter and go check on the car. It was parked near the intersection of the French Quarter, the Marigny and Treme, about 10 mins walk away. Mrs Bigmouthery and our friend Adam, who came along for the ride as percussionist, stayed behind to relax and freshen up for the evening set. It was an eventful stroll.

Saturday, 16 February 2013

Big Easy, Bad Rap (Part One)

Bourbon Street, January 2013.

"If you wanna go to hell, you should take that trip to the Sodom and Gomorrah of the Mississip, New Orleans!" - A Streetcar Named Marge,  The Simpsons.

It's confession time, Bigmouthers. Despite being married for less than a year, I must admit to an horrendous wrongdoing. For the last two months I've been engaged in a torrid love affair. She is by turn young, beautiful, old, ungainly, willing and prohibitive. She is clear to the universes sky and choking fog. She is an embrace and a kick to the face. She is the city of New Orleans. 

Sunday, 3 February 2013

Sittin' a Spell...

This is a semi-obligatory 'keep you in the loop about what's going on' post. My immigration process is happening a little more quickly since Mrs Bigmouthery and I engaged the services of an immigration attorney.  Based on the attorney's advice, we'll be going through the process in the US, as the turnaround time is much faster than going the consular route at home. So I'm here a little longer than anticipated. Hopefully I'll be back in Australia in April or May - pending the processing of other paperwork. I've done the obligatory pin cushion thing, a big fat wallop of shots. Now we wait.

I've been missing Australia. Not the summer, not the flooding. The people. Despite the paucity of blog entries lately, it seems traffic is holding reasonably steady  - well, American traffic is. Australian traffic has plummeted. So it looks like I'm missing Australians, but they don't miss me. That's okay, though.

We're back to New Orleans next week - last time we were there we lined up a gig for Mrs B for the weekend before Fat Tuesday. New Orleans is a madhouse over the next week or so. The Superbowl is being held there today. Go sports! So as well as a blog post about a very enjoyable evening among naked people that occurred this past week, there'll be some Nawlins stuff to talk about. 

I was supposed to fly home today.