the big queasy fest
but reno ain't new orleans, it's too hot, (103 degrees), and no muggy, (love the muggy). and after working too many fests in the easy, i felt i needed to help these misguided promoters fix the stuff that needed fixin'. the lack of music, the food was lackluster, expensive and minimal. and that is just a bit of it. (s.a. convinced me to just walk around and play my harmonica subver-silly). still, i am really surprised they have gotten away with the thing for a few years now.
one band we did enjoy was 'gumbo'. the paint job on their van read . . . 'from crowley la. and oakland, ca.' i just found this profoundly funny, what a fuckin' commute.
i asked a few of the guys hanging with the band, (it was easy to figure out, they were of the black persuasion), what was up with that. i was told they had moved to the bay area to make a new start. good enuff. they had the crowd rockin' with such cajun faves as 'hello dolly' and 'mack the knife' . . . jeesh!
the locals sucked it up, hell, most of them are dissilute cali throw-aways trying to get away from the monster that cali has become, (this town now reeks of cali ex-patriots, all the time trying to make reno a bit 'o cali, go figure).
we actually almost made it 'til they end, but the nighttime heat was still oppresive, and i just wanted to get home to listen to some real new orleans music, get some wine, get stoned and count the days 'til i get the real thing!
sorry, no music tonite. it is kimmy's birthday, she got a i-pod shuffle and we found a bunch of new stuff i need to go thru, (the strokes and husker du cds, and elvis c. and hendrix dvds, whew!), so i need to absorb some stuff then absorb more. . . peas, out!