11:30pm: JazzJestFineWithMe...
a.s. (ante script): I can't believe she just said that. Raquel Welch to James Stewart in "Bandolero!" after just having crossed the Rio Grand into Mexico: "It is the first time I have been in my country since I left." Sheesh, if they were gonna write dialogue like that they should have type-cast Yogi Berra, I mean at least he sounded like he was making sense when he said "If people don't want to come to the ballpark nobody's gonna stop 'em."
p.a.s. I'm aware; but a guy's gotta do something when the serious writing is done for the day and he's heaving around this drivel...
Well, Pilgrim may not make it to JazzFest this year with finances being what they are of late, but let that not cast a pall over the spirit of the celebration, we've come up with alternative plans: we're gonna start a new tradition, the first annual JazzJest, a faux JazzFest, somewhere in the Adirondack Mountains, at a cabin on a lake. Rand's idea, and he comes up with some good ones sometimes, for an idiot, anyway. (c.f., 2 Idiots In A Boat, reference his last major brain hemorage: "G., let's sail around the world.") But hey, that one worked out okay, looks like he may be onto something with this one too.
Here's the skinny: we're gonna gather the usual JazzFest suspects (Rand, Duncan, and Yours etc.) and instead of flyin' down to N'arlens for the actual, authetic JazzFest (which we haven't missed since '98) we're gonna converge on said lakeside manor and celebrate the JazzNess of the Mountains. We'll bring plenty of Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Premium Blend Sour Mash Whiskey, probably 3 1.75's and a half bottle of Diet Coke for mixer (wait, we're going for 4 days, a quarter-bottle should do), plenty of cd's of the usual JazzFest performers, to wit The Funky Meters, Gallactic, Macio Parker and the J.B.'s, The Neville Bros., Dr. John, Carlos Santana, Lenny Kravitz, Ray Charles, Buckwheat Zydeco, etc. & so forth, and boot up all the computers and laptops to WWOZ FM and listen to the simulcasts every day and nite, make hot & spicy N'arlens Bloodies every morning before toothpaste (wait, we're not bringing toothpaste, we brush with Jack), cook us up some genuine N'arlens cuisine, including crawfish, hush puppies, softshell crab po'boys, etc. & so forth, wear our JazzFest chapeaux, purchased, borrowed, purloined, or otherwise panhandled at prior JazzPasts, and generally Jazz up the entire 4-day weekend with Nuttin' But Jazz, James, and correct me if I'm wrong. Now I don't wanna mislead the Mr. and Missus Leadworthy, there's only one genuine New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival, and it's in N'arlens every year, last week in April/first week of May. But, if you can't make the real McCoy, may as well grow some funk of your own, right Barnes? JazzJest, a new tradition, coming soon to a weblog near you; oh yeah, I'll be posting daily from JazzJest, photos, QuickTime video clips, Frisbee Golf handicaps and daily scores, and results of the First Annual JazzJest Frisbee Tournament. What the hell; Yogi didn't say 'if you can't beat 'em, find another game,' but he should have...
Posted by cronish at April 03, 2002 11:48 PM