Trying to convince the Taco Morelos guys to open a cart in Nola but my Spanish is terrible and I’m failing badly. (at Taco Morelos 2nd & Ave. A)
Now this is ART!
(Source: actuallygrimes, via supbreaux)
My wonderful dogsitter @merrrrrrl just sent me this pic of Saz and GODDAMN I MISS HIM SO BAD RIGHT NOW.
A rainy Sunday afternoon well spent.
The Killers at Barclay’s Center.
Crawfish boil on Hudson River at the 79th Street Boat Basin. I can’t get away from them.
Well hello there, old friend! #allthecroissants
Sunday’s event was a so-called second line parade, the “second line” referring to all those who join in along the route and follow behind the band, making more of a rolling party than the kind of parade one simply watches. They take place nearly every Sunday between September and May, in the poor and working-class back streets of the city.
Such parades are put on by social aid and pleasure clubs, which function as inner-city relief societies, delivering groceries to shut-ins, buying football uniforms and pooling resources to pay for life’s unexpected invoices, like medical emergencies and funeral costs. They also put on parades once a year in the neighborhood they represent, with the brass bands, Technicolor suits and stops at drinking holes along the way. The parades can cost thousands of dollars, even tens of thousands.
For decades, they happened off the bureaucratic radar, without permits and largely unknown to anyone not directly attached to the marchers. For many New Orleanians — black and white — the parades were, and still are, surrounded by an air of menace. — My pal Campbell artfully explains NOLA’s second line culture in this NYT piece on the Mother’s Day shootings.
Taking advantage of being able to work outside at home while I still can.
In a shooting so brazen that it shocked a city hardened by recurrent gun violence, 19 people were rushed to local hospitals after gunmen opened fire on hundreds who had turned out for an annual Mother’s Day second line parade in the 7th Ward.
The attackers sprayed the crowd with bullets, despite the fact that police were embedded in the parade and several of the revelers were children. — So much for the “good guys with guns” argument.
Port of Call is always a good way to end a weekend.
Saturday night at The Apple Barrel.