JazzFest Daze Between, Part Uno

My buddy Dave was down here this past weekend with his lovely bride to make sure he didn’t get in trouble. The two of them have taken to spending most winters in Sydney. Tough life, theirs.

And Dave, fashioning himself a chronicler of some gifts, regales an email list with his daily doings with the kangaroos. Including a day by day, meal by meal, course by course recitation of all he eats.

There are those — or so he would argue — that not only tolerate such minutiae, but crave it. To each his own I suppose. While, his closest friend, I long ago learned to set my junk mail filter to high when Dave is Down Under and has internet access.

Because of that experience, I shall refrain from such narcissism at this moment, at the end of a day when The Film Babe and I did little of note but have two fine meals.

Okay, we went to the heralded World War II Museum on Camp Street, and it is a powerful place. Loved the special exhibit on Nazi book burnings.

We actually wanted to go to the Civil War Museum across the street, but it wasn’t open today. So we switched conflicts. I would be remiss if I didn’t note the exhibit showing at the Museum of Southern Art, which is attached to the Civil War Museum. New Orleans Hip Hop and Bounce music. Go figure.

And we stopped by Louisiana Music Factory to buy some tuneage, and heard an in store set by Eric Lindell in the process. Tonight we’re kicking back in our hotel, watching some b-ball.

Other than those endeavors — the exposition of which is admittedly very narcissistic on my part — just those two meals. I’ll spare you the details. But when visiting New Orleans, you can do worse than lunch at American Sector at the WWII Museum, and eat dinner at Domenica, a new Italian place at the refurbished Roosevelt Hotel. Both eateries are John Besh establishments. They guy just knows his stuff.

Music? Like I said it was a day of rest. Tomorrow night, Allen Toussaint at Snug Harbor, after an air boat ride in some swamp with real live alligators.

If you’ve actually read all of this self indulgent blather, many thanks. I’ll try for less chaff and more wheat in the future.