The lineup has been announced. Now I need to figure out how the hell I’m going to swing it. I’ll be in the middle of Spanish Language Training at the Department of State, but I need to go. Haven’t been to Fest since 2001 when I literally had one of the best times of my life, despite the company I was keeping that year. From one-armed Ecstasy dealers (I swear to God she was fucking following me), to late-night fatal car accidents on Canal Street, taxi drivers who throw bags of charcoal at you from moving vehicles, about 3 hours of sleep over 4 days, and a huge NOLA Police Department shakedown of unsuspecting hippies outside of Tipitina’s complete with police brutality, drug-planting, and evidence-tampering, Jazz Festival is one of the greatest spectacles in the world.
Think of it this way: fan-fucking-tastic music, fan-fucking-tastic food, and fan-fucking-tastic drinks in a city where nothing can be considered a vice, per se. And now that I’m all growns up, I can do it in style and not stay in a ghetto-ass Roach Coach Motel in Gretna, all the way across the fucking river. Oh, and not abuse myself quite as badly as last time.
First weekend seems to be the one to do this year (and it’s WAY more local-oriented and for those “in-the-know”), and I haven’t had a po’boy in who-knows-how-long. Also, Sunday morning Gospel Tent is about as close to religion as you’ll ever see me. It’s like atoning for the sins of 3 days in NOLA.
I want to – no – NEED TO make this happen this year.