New Orleans with family was fun and certainly a wealth of inspiration, especially our visit to the Lower 9th Ward. And the music was great! I will have more to share later this week, but for now, here is a photo of the ridiculously joyous Mark Hoppus of Blink-182 and some lines about memorable scenes from Voodoo Music Festival.
The food kiosks hawk redbeans and rice, andouille and oysters, alligator on a stick.
A thready cirrus cloud of pot hangs over the Snoop Dogg crowd.
The Toyota Green Energy playground starts off as fun then becomes a vomitorium.
Stormtroopers dance with Muppets and Angry Birds and a posse of zombies.
The masseuse who works my shoulders bares vampire fangs, and security guards ooze, “Go ‘head, baby” in a slow, sweet drawl.
A Japanese rock band chants a song about tacos.
And, on the way out, a girl with rainbow dreadlocks and a ring in her nose holds an insulated lunch box and yells, “Jello shots. One dollar. Just vodka. No rufees. It’s Sunday, y’all.”