Yella Dogs 2011 FQF Part 6ix

This

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That beats the hell out of me!

New Orleans 2011 - FQF - Part Five - Full Disclosure

Well, let's see now, who was it that said: "what goes up must come down"?

Got Beads?

Actually, to be fair and balanced, this guy was sleeping, sitting on a bucket when I walked up.  I was standing, waiting on the sun to get from behind clouds so's the photo of the scantily clad mannequins would sparkle, and noticed this guy on his throne, so to speak.  I thought of a photo but said, 'Nah, they need to be laying on the sidewalk'.

 God chuckled and tipped him over,

Here's my shot.

This dog is in tall cotton, got a grate from an exhaust vent to sleep over.  Hot Damn. 

Let's see now how did it go? 

A pair of loose fitting shoes and a warm place to ? a warm place to ??

ahh i forget.

I spoke with her, (she was on her bluetooth and i interrupted, ahh sorry)

She does this hose job every morning and they mess it up that very night.  She uses hose pressure to clean out the joints of the brick sidewalk.  Gave me the willies.  don't think I would sleep on that.

(never mind, this stream of consciousness thing, sucks)

Yes Sir, Yes Sir three bags full. (you sho 'bout dat? boy?")

They struck me as Five Guys named Mo.

Which one do you think they call Little Big Moe.

New Orleans 2011 -FQF - Part Four Tuba Skinny On Stage.

Serendipity
Pure Serendipity

I was looking for vids of Tuba Skinny and came across this gem.
This video was made at the same time I was photographing the group.
Chance gave it to me.
.
Tuba Skinny!
the next day. 
They were on.
The Stage grooved
The dancers Swung.
I took photographs.

(that is my hat in the lower right hand corner for the
 first 24 seconds)

These Cats are Cool.

The vocals Erica.

I added a clip at the end of this Master.

He is there and here at the same time.

Brushes on the washboard, well of course.

Itchi Ribs Robinson.

New Orleans 2011 - FQF - Part Three Tuba Skinny Royal Street.

Tuba Skinny:
alls it takes is one listening to become a devotee. 

Tuba Skinny  Royal St   

French Quarter Music Festival     2011

Erica Lewis, her's is, the only name I know of.

She's the maestro

Glenn and Tommy would be proud.

Benny lives on or is it Pete or Arnie or Woody.  It sounded so good.

The Man Himself.

She reads music.

He digs music.

You just have to experience this Cat.

Tuba Skinny plays for the Police.

Tuba Skinny pulls Ferraris, Prancing, out of their stalls.

This is a video on YouTube that is quite good.

New Orleans 2011 - FQF April 7-10 - Part Two

A little window shopping on Bourbon St.

Hi Sailor! Wanna have some fun this morning?

See, these Guys think that T-shirt is a joke.  Well, you see, they got it right.

Look at the Sh*t they shill on Rue Bourbon. ca. 2011

(this is for the walking man)

"I'm a shit shiller

I shill shit

I'm the best shit shiller

that ever shilled shit.

Hey Momma! 

You Honeys are the Cat's meow!

uhhhaaaa, which way is the door?

Even Lord Ganesha cannot resist the temptation.

To the readers who look at the background, that does spell Voodoo.

This is the CVS Pharmacy. Window 1

CVS Window 2

CVS Window 3

How 'bout a beer?

Stoker

Blues Man, New Orleans .
At the French Quarter Music Festival.
Every thing his owns in on the bike.
He plays and sings like every blues man you've ever heard.
All Of Them, the ones who have passed over, all trying to have one last say.
He is Something Else.


It sounds much better than it looks. I first saw it last year with a broken head and I thought, "that guitar is broken". I was right. As I listened and looked closer, it stayed broken.
So this year I find him still playing that instrument, but in a greater state of abuse. Turns out, it has been through a fire this past year. The plastic bag it was in, to keep the rain off, melted during the fire and Stoker decided to let it stay. Another layer of lacquer. The head has been glued and taped back together and plays well.



I don't know how it got the ash to stay put, but it did.
I think that is electrician's tape.



I wonder if the dust is a big contributor to the sound.

New Awlens' (part 2)

Window shopping. In the Big Easy. As I have stated before, The Big Easy, ain't cheap.

If you got the money, honey, I got the time. Hank was right on with that line.
God, Rest, His soul.
This lovely Creature, below, is a lotus blossom, floating on the waters of easy.
Well, easy as the trolls with the green meanies, will let it be.

Thanks, guys, just passing through.
Pardon, Pardn' 'scuse me.
passin' through,


Whoa, Mama,
(ahem) just passin' through,
just like the window dressin'
nice mesh
(ahem)


Say What?? I was just lookin' for Mermaids, got a few rooms I need buffed.
I'll come back later, (ahem) I need a... servant. No a maid to... not like that...
Never mind.
I like the window, very nice and give the best first impression.
lovely.



Say, I was lookin' for a boy to clean my toilets, could you help me?
Guess not.

I swear to you, I had done my best to chatted her up,

and then this fuckin' potted plant, out did my time.

Think I'll pour nitrates on it.

I'm sayin' I did not talk to that Caterpillar with the hookah, just like you said, Grandmother.

I was walkin' through Nawlins and not runnin', just like you said.

I don't know where that little gurrle came from, but that hooka was fun.

But this Willie ass guy said.

What the Hell.

you only live..."well ok about 5 or 6 thousand times" but only once in this plane.

flood or not.

Monte, I'll take door number Rubyfruit Jungle Doors at 10, Screw door number whatever and Jimdalwhatsit.

It occurred to me to try to help her out of her revenge.

Really. Scouts Honor.

But then I thought, "What if My Helpin' Her, Does not Get Her Revenge?"

Where the Hell Does that leave me???

See that guy with the Eyes??? That is not me.



Black and White Brings it all Back Home.

Ok, The Walking Man, has requested to see the drunk chics that i caught a grab shot of.

The limitation of a still camera is:

one cannot record the stagger,

and weaving to and

fro, and the laughter, and

the stopping, and

the backing up, and

the going forward.

See by this time they had bumped into each three or so times,

and laughed, and lurched to one side or the other.

For some reason, as they were walking toward me, I thought they would see I was photographing them and want a $1 each. (going rate for photos)

Turns out they might not see me, but me and my twin.

Hell, They might have hit on him. Damn.

I was quite suprised how rapidly they moved through the crowd.

It was almost like Moses, parting the Red Sea.

Then they were gone, into the crowd.

I was tempted to follow, but caution jumped up and said 'HEY'.

"Forget 'bout it".

By the Way. The Walking Man was there. I caught a photo.