Nov 092011
 

(photo courtesy of Emily Davis)

This week, I catch up with an old pal.  Emily Davis and I have known each other for many years, and I wanted to share with the readers of UptownMessenger.com and the world one of my favorite New Orleanians and soapmaker extraordinaire, a local lady my daughters rightly and simply call “Ms. Emily.” Continue reading »

Oct 292011
 

If there is any truth in tweets, as in Soundgarden's announcement of reforming New Year's 2010 that "school is back in session," then consider their performance in New Orleans' City Park Friday closing out the first day of Voodoo Fest their master class. A full 2 hour set of self-labeled "old shit," the band performed with a less is more if not unhurried approach, with regionally relevant banter between songs. Whether being pulled over decades ago in Lake Charles and being shaken down by the DEA or recalling not remembering the Crescent City because of days of blackout drinking, Chris Cornell connected with the teeming masses seemingly graciously. (Jean-Paul Villere for UptownMessenger.com)

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Oct 262011
 

My ears rang for 3 days the first time I saw Soundgarden and, despite the pain and hearing loss, the experience (to use the vernacular) was sweet. They opened for Guns N’ Roses in Houston on the second leg of Guns’ Use Your Illusion Tour; the venue where it was held, The Summit, is strangely enough now a church.  The second night of a two-night stand but also a Friday night, three of my closest friends and I drove over from Beaumont to see the show.  That Friday morning the select few in our class that had actually had the opportunity to see this double bill the evening before (read: Thursday) recounted their experience.  And we listened in awe to their stories, furthering our already eager anticipation.  We couldn’t wait to see Guns N’ Roses; not one of us had ever really heard of Soundgarden.  The evening before Axl had said this.  And Slash had done that.  There were other visual spectacles on par with an evening on Bourbon during Mardi Gras.  Nonetheless my 17-year-old self had no idea I was about to become a Soundgarden fan.  That and my more-or-less girlfriend around that time, Leigh Anne, was into them.  After all, most romances generally produce some level of musical compatibility, do they not? Continue reading »

Oct 192011
 

One of the most intriguing blighted properties in the city, on Simon Bolivar Avenue (photo by Jean-Paul Villere)

Jean-Paul Villere

Two weeks ago I wrote a piece contrasting the Hornets “I’m In” campaign to the city’s “Fight the Blight” with mixed responses.  And that’s to be expected.  Along with this, recently the city facilitated yet another round of tax sales for delinquent property owners in Orleans Parish, and some of these properties are, yes, blighted.  By city ordinance, a successful bidder on a tax year for a property is entitled to a certain percentage of ownership of that tax year for that property.  Depending on the outcome and competitiveness of the bidding process some times that ownership is 100% and other times as little as 1%.  It gets more layered, so stay with me.  On paper, the goal of the tax sale is to get these properties righted on their parish debt and back into commerce, whether through a prescriptive period of delinquency and subsequent sale or the offender’s righting of their own tax debt themselves.  If the property is not deemed blighted the prescriptive period is 3 years, and if it is blighted it’s cut in half to 18 months.  This all seems relatively simple and plainly spelled out, right?  It is, kinda. Continue reading »

Oct 122011
 

Arthur Joseph faithfully mans the corner of Napoleon and Freret. (photo by Jean-Paul Villere for UptownMessenger.com)

Inserts for Bean's Formal Wear, a Freret Street stalwart, are among the day's advertising inserts. (photo by Jean-Paul Villere for UptownMessenger.com)

It’s a Sunday morning in New Orleans, and for the next few hours a ritual will unfold.  Light traffic whispers through the streets as if trying not to wake anyone.  Sunlight warms the dew on last night’s Dixie cups strewn on a nearby sidewalk.  And corner newspaper purveyors appear like a sort of urban legend.  For but a few scant hours and during these hours only, the South’s oldest and New Orleans’ only newspaper, The Times-Picayune, will soon be personally handed off one by one.  And why?  I have no idea. Continue reading »

Sep 282011
 

Samuel Square basketball goal along Napoleon before "Fight the Blight." (Jean Paul-Villere)

The same goal after Fight the Blight day. (Jean-Paul Villere)

Note: Immediately below was composed before the recent Fight the Blight day this past Saturday.  Additional thoughts follow.

BEFORE:

Recently in a bid to generate enthusiasm for keeping the Hornets in New Orleans, a campaign was launched with billboards, TV spots, and print ads featuring everyone from the governor, to the mayor to Fleurty Girl all pledging their allegiance to our city’s basketball franchise.  “I’m in!” they all repeated over and over again.  “Are you in?”  ”I’m in.”  “Oh, I’m definitely in.”  “You know I’m in.”  On and on.  To which I say “Great!  I love it when people are in!”  I’ve always said I’m a fan of fans.  God bless the ones who make it all possible for whatever; without fans every successful franchise athletically or otherwise would be nowhere.  Except, when I walk my neighborhood I feel like the being “in”-ness stops when the director says “cut.”  Why?  Have you seen the condition of some of our more visible parks?  Especially the basketball courts?  I do not profess to be expert of the city’s parks nor of the heirarchy that presumably should be keeping them in check.  But my stomach turns just enough when I think of this campaign, and then visit my neighborhood park: Samuel Square. Continue reading »

Sep 212011
 

The biggest movement in food these days is quite simply the movement of food.  Cuisine mobility.  Culinaria transportica.  The anti drive thru.  While some American cities have been experiencing a food truck culture for some time, the stride is just now hitting here in New Orleans.  Case in point: the first annual Street Fare Derby coming up this Saturday, September 24th.  And as this phenomenon is slowly becoming a mainstay to the American landscape I am reminded of another from yesteryear: the trucker. Continue reading »

Sep 142011
 

Neil and Jivin' Gene in WWOZ studios during a Tuesday night's The '50s Rhythm & Blues Show, August 2011. (photo by Jean-Paul Villere)

Perched in an unassuming French Market building just steps from the Mississippi River each Tuesday evening the radio personalities known as Jivin’ Gene and his right hand man Neil spin The ’50s Rhythm & Blues Show from WWOZ studios, doing so with a flare and reverence for an era of music long forgotten in many corners.  And when one listens to one of their sets, invariably one wonders “Where are they getting these cuts from?”  At times the show is packed with local nostalgia but certainly songs that maybe never even came close to the top 40.  And that’s a good thing. Continue reading »

Sep 072011
 

"Midnight Madness"

There are a handful of days in your life that seem to leave you forever changed.  When you graduate.  Get married.  Have a kid (or four).  And of course - your first concert.  Remember yours?  I remember mine: Night Ranger! On their “Midnight Madness” tour opening for an Ozzy-less Black Sabbath at the Civic Center in Beaumont, Texas.  It’s a lot to process, I know.  I was 9 years old and in 4th grade, and we didn’t get to stay for Black Sabbath.  Klint Rhodes’ parents took Klint and me, but earlier in the day there was a record – as in LP – signing at the neighbgorhood record store Sound Castle.  We missed getting our LPs signed but caught a glimpse of Night Ranger up close.  That night at the show it was, well, amazing.  They played all the songs a 9-year-old me would want to hear.  There was even a sea of lighters lit up during “Sister Christian.” During which Clint’s dad leaned back and asked the guy behind us “Son, what’s with all the lighters?”  Good stuff.  And guess what?  Night Ranger are still doing it!  This Saturday they’re opening for Journey and Foreigner at the New Orleans arena.  And it’s even almost the same line-up.  In fact if you look at their website you would swear that Will Farrell were in the band, but it’s drummer Kelly Keagy.  Alas, no cowbell. Continue reading »

Aug 312011
 

Jean-Paul Villere

Sad but true: consistently blight attracts campaign signs. Why? Free and unregulated use of space. That’s why. If a property owner doesn’t care enough about the blight, then they surely won’t care if a campaign sign (or six!) get placed on it, right? Yuck. That’s wrong and disgusting. Aren’t our elected officials supposed to give a damn about blight!? Not adorn it to their own ends. Doesn’t this speak volumes about who we are electing, voting for, and expecting to enforce law? Or is The City that Care Forgot ultimately and only that? I’d like to think not. I’m guessing you’d like to think not also. I’d like to believe there’s some level of enforcement out there that punishes the offending. What about the Alliance for Good Government? Perhaps they only endorse candidates. Continue reading »

Aug 172011
 

The iconic birds at Neophobia will soon be painted over when the store is remodeled. (photo by Jean-Paul Villere)

Graffiti.  Street art.  Tags.  New Orleans has a graffiti culture, a well-documented and healthy one at that — which should come to the surprise of exactly no one with our moniker of ”The City That Care Forgot.”  Webster’s says use of the word graffiti came into play in the early 60s and is Italian in origin.  Um, okay, I can see that.  Mostly we may define graffiti as “inscriptions, slogans, drawings, etc. scratched, scribbled, or drawn, often crudely, on a wall or other public surface.”  But is it that easy?  Isn’t calling something graffiti today a little like reclassifying a behavior exhibited from the dawn of time?  Cave drawings.  Wall art.  Images telling us a story.  Legally, illegally, or otherwise. Continue reading »

Aug 102011
 

Saxophone guru Steve Goodson in his Uptown showroom holding one of his handmade creations, the Voodoo Rex Tenor. (Sabree Hill, UptownMessenger.com)

New Orleanians possess a presence that in my experience remains unparalleled, and we know our neighbors no matter what.  By this I mean we all participate in the characterization of the city, and we do so seemingly effortlessly.  Whether you’re John Goodman, John Georges, or John Fitzgerald.  You live here.  We know who you are and to a degree we don’t care.  This remains one of the reasons the celebrity set can be drawn to the Crescent City.  Anonymity in the light of day.  We don’t care if you throw Super Bowl touchdown passes, win Grammys, or sautee garlic.  It’s all the same, and you put your pants on one leg at a time like everybody else.

For years in my early days of slinging coffee at PJs on Maple I used to wait on this super nice guy.  He came in generally in the late afternoon / early evenings and always ordered a cappucino.  He was tall and real lean, salt and pepper hair usually kept under a beret or similar chapeau, and always a smile and a greeting.  But I didn’t know his name or what he did.  And it went on like this literally for years.  One day, a co-worker said to me “You know who that is, right?”  I didn’t.  It didn’t matter really.  “Charles Neville,” he said.  “Oh. (pause) Oh! (pause) Oh, okay. Well,” I thought, “he’s a cool guy.”  And good for him.  He’s Charles Neville without being “Charles Neville.”

Years later after Katrina I moved to a new neighborhood, and I met another noteworthy saxophonist in my new neighbor, though like Charles, at the time I had no idea who he was or what he did.  Initially Steve and I met while my wife and I began renovating the house next door.  He and his wife Sharon were just as welcoming and warm as could be.  And the more we got to know them, their presence became so ordinary and familiar, you could almost take it for granted.  I knew Steve was a saxophonist, but I didn’t know much more than that.  At home sporting a Monster Magnet tee or overalls or both and usually in Crocs, Steve comes across fairly unassuming, despite any distinctive eyeware or his wildish white mane a la Doc Brown.

Jean-Paul Villere

So I began to wonder.  I know those in his industry know Steve, but do his neighbors, neighborhood, and city on the whole?  Maybe.  Maybe not.  But here’s a little insight into “the man in the purple house” next to me, a man my girls know simply as “Mr. Steve.” Continue reading »

Aug 032011
 

Jean-Paul Villere

It’s no secret.  As the summer creeps to a close in the Crescent City, your favorite place to sidle up for a meal may well be closed for a substantial amount of time.  Like weeks.  Like from now til after Labor Day.  Like a sign is posted on the door along the lines of we-know-you’re-hungry-but-try-our-friends-around-the-corner.  Ugh.  Really?  Everyone needs a vacation though, right?  And historically the remaining summer weeks can be so quiet.  ”How quiet?” you ask.  So quiet it’s less expensive for the establishment to close than to stay open.  Business sense.  But that was the old school, pre-K, if you will.  There’s a whole new school that may or may not subscribe to the wisdom of the ages.  But then the population of the city isn’t today what it has always been. Continue reading »

Jul 272011
 

Slowly, craft beer has carved out a noticeable niche in an industry once dominated by “big box” beer: the Bud, Miller and Coors that for the longest time ran the beer game.  Then came a shift.  Like all industries, there’s an evolution that must take place, a course that is followed whereby ideas are born, tried, and either die away or begin to thrive. It’s the evolution of business.  Successful, stable businesses really only remain successful and stable for so long, until competition forces their improvement or sounds their death knell.  (OK, maybe it isn’t that dramatic.)

So it went with beer.  Locally, over 20 years ago Abita Brewing tested the waters of craft, and look where they are today.  Other communities around the country have similar stories.  Today, craft is just hitting its stride, with new breweries popping up in an unprecedented fashion.  From a beer lover’s point of view, it’s nothing short of amazing.  Locally, in the last few years we’ve seen the rise of Lazy Magnolia, Heiner Brau, NOLA, Bayou Teche, and Covington brews.  The latest is Tin Roof.  Maybe you’ve heard of it.  And if you haven’t, now you will. Continue reading »

Jul 202011
 

(Photo by Jean-Paul Villere)

You know when you’re at a party and someone is telling a story, and you think to yourself, “That can’t be real.  I mean, really, what they’re saying just can’t be true.  Fiction.  Fiction, I tell you.  It’s gotta be fiction.”  At a recent gathering I was half listening to a story about City Hall and “bumping” and these same thoughts clouded my head. Based purely upon seniority, city workers can take someone else’s job when the senior party’s present position becomes eliminated.  OMG and LOL, what a funny story!  That’s a good one!  Hooo, you had me.  I mean, you got me.  Ahhhhhh.  (Wipe a tear from eye).  Only it’s true.  (Pause).  Wait.  What?  It’s true!?  WTF?  Really!?  Though it reads like something out of Rocky & Bullwinkle, the bump is on the real. Continue reading »

Jun 292011
 

As this 4th of July fast approaches I am reminded of many things apart from celebrating our independence, and they mostly have to do with gunpowder, matches, gasoline and other accelerants.  As a boy fireworks were, of course, fascinating.  Living in the city limits we would sometimes feel brazen enough to set off a few firecrackers at odd hours but never a full-on display.  Plus, your stash was something you coveted.  Were you really going to blow up all your M-80s in one go?  No way!  As such, we’d often find ourselves pulled over to the side of a farm road overlooking a ditch or some other waterway just, well, blowing things up.  One such evening, as the sun had just slipped over the horizon, I was with my brother and his friends, and something ’bout the moon wasn’t right.  Nonetheless someone cranked up Van Halen’s “Running with the Devil” and an array of explosions ensued.  We all walked away with all digits intact, that day.  But this one time… Continue reading »

Jun 222011
 

Jean-Paul Villere

I took my first honest to goodness road trip shortly after my high school graduation.  Growing up in small town Texas hitting Houston or New Orleans even was no great distance.  So the summer of ’92 myself and three others made a trek to Colorado, specifically to mysterious, mountainous, and possibly snowy Breckenridge.  In my house we never really went on a vacation.  Houston and New Orleans were the vacation.  Some times Crystal Beach.  I had never had the opportunity to head west or north of Texas so to me then this was a big deal — and something that was only going to happen if I made it happen. Continue reading »

Jun 152011
 

I love coffee.  No really, I love coffee.  Proof: I happily worked in cafes for over a decade before finally retiring my green apron.  Okay, they asked me to leave.  No really, they did.  But, another story for another time.  Back to coffee.  Good coffee.  Where to get it.  How to brew it.  But when you’re away from your environs as summer months tend to bend our routines, what do you do?  Pray to Kaldi wherever you are traveling there’s a halfway decent cafe?  Or maybe you’re a full on coffee geek (like me) and you travel with your coffeemaker?  See, as much as I love Kaldi, I’ve traveled enough to know that praying and gambling on a decent cup of coffee is a hope and a bet you’ll almost certainly lose every time.  So beat the odds, and travel prepared.  This is your morning cup of coffee we’re talking about here.  Some things are sacred, and to me, this is one of them. Continue reading »