Hear ye a statement of the obvious

Let it be known that to fill one's weekend with Fest, sans unday, tis folly. Where is the time to rebound from mild sunstroke? To bounce back from the ill-timed (double) round of crawfish sacks n' beignets? To repent over-texting one's coordinates? Needless to say, a punday is of no help in these matters. Only an unday will do (and a Corpse Reviver No. 1.)

drink recipe dart (try this festival season)

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Corpse Reviver No. 1

1/2 Brandy
1/4 Calvados or Apple
Brandy
1/4 Sweet Vermouth

Stir well with ice and strain
into glass.

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tag in

wearable assemblage art by Cree

and a brinish tear rolls down my round face, drops to floor

swagger at the tables, watch the coup round thee

march to my door

Chump Day

So as with everything I'll have to pay back my 2 consecutive Jazz Fest Undays with three consecutive "Chump Days". What's a Chump Day you're asking? Well it's very narrowly defined. Back story: I went to the dentist yesterday for the first time since Katrina. I was a bit cocky with the doctor telling her that my mom has a mouth full of cavaties but I've always been lucky and only have had a few. Well.... as you can probably guess I have some cavaties. SIX! She said it was normal for not having seen a dentist in some time and told me to schedule three appointments because she wouldn't be able to do them all at once. I promptly scheduled three appointments on three consecutive Wednesdays at the end of May. So those my friends will be my Chump Days (on hump days no less!). And being the good Catholic that I am not I have rightly guilted myself in believing that because I championed my Undays I am being punished with Chump Days.

A little more about the Unday

I don't mean to brag but I think I have the Ultimate Unday. This upcoming weekend (and next) I have off Saturday, Sunday and well, an Unday. The unday is the ultimate because it follows a serious weekend of festing (did I just use "festing" as a verb as in "I will be festing"? Eww). Yeah, but it's true. Somehow (without requesting) I have off BOTH Mondays following the fest. And you know what the rule is kids. A monday off following a full weekend off= UNDAY! That's the name of the blog and that's what I'm blogging about right now. Ah the exhiliration!

*Again this is not a gloat, just a simple observation. Then again isn't the nature of Unday a little gloaty? When someone is granted an Unday they sort of having bragging rights. You don't just keep such information to yourself. You spread the word of Unday and the power thereof. It is what we all aspire to have (atleast) so it's obtainment should be celebrated! So should an exacta Bunday and the now newly designated Punday. Shout it from the hills (or the bayou in this case). UNDAY! UNDAY! I've got an UNDAY!


**This Unday sponsored by Patti at Port of Call. Thanks Patti!

We Simply Love Todd

Today is Todd Appreciation Day, bitches!

And Coda Cola

( that 's Gabriel's Name Dish )


Broccoli Rob
Janine Jam
Taco Brett
Jose Tomato
Lemon Cissy
Ketchup Todd
Egg Omelet Patricia
Christie Hoagie
Julie Birthday Cake
Jeremy Shrimp
Jan Pie
Dr. Bob Snails

The April Birthday People

Has candlewatt power

(for Todd on his birthday)

As the blue moon hangs pink
over the new time home,
the bean can on the desk
rings for you
to follow your bliss into
another year of being.

No traditional lane system here
just a scheming for a dish served
on a day off beamèd directly
to your nightstand

which bends to bantamweight plays
limned with pens
objectionable to daily learning —
something about Section 650
being “off the grind,
high above the grid, avec plaisir”

& your style,
objecting to a concept
as gnarly as, say, the bloody clovis,
but willing to entertain & dissect
it all into a night’s fisty knot
which can be yet defanged to
a shirt-bright spinnaker,

fenagled into a pyjama pants bunday dance party,
bowling the boat of those most among you
onto a sparking, undiscovered shore.
Such as only you could properly rock
your rainbow afro of truth be torch
and skypaint and firestarter there.




16 April 2009 B r e t t & J a n I n e


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For Julie on her birthday


Because you’re one of the people
that cause the flag to get raised
and sky scrapers to become nicely
hand-sized so we don’t have to
surf the ledge, a communal clink
is hereby put out across the loudspeaker yard
& oer the land as boisterous witness
to your presence.

It’s nigh mellifluous
& laden with intelligence
turning champagne bottles into bowling pins
& hoffing sessions into Fellini-esque grandeur.
Because you are the Miss that we love to sass
all the way to the wine bank and back
something about swaying & rock n roll
should be noted here
because being Queen for a day (& only one!)
entitles you to be the bad ass momma you are
times eleven.

You’ll always be warm and delicious to us,
your friends, through rough water, Wilco bleeps, beaches and Gras.
The gathering storm is a good one.
It means all your friends are coming together to roll the spiral bunting.

19 April 2009 Brett & Janine

Set your Jazz Fest Calendar...

I know we all have our own J.F. agendas, but as we approach the fest I wanted to share my #1 pick: Chuck Brown, Sunday May 3, 3:00, Congo Square.

The "Godfather of D.C. Go Go," Chuck's best known song is probably "Bustin' Loose". The man is now in his mid-seventies, but as you will see in the video below, he has not slowed his roll. Hope you'll join me.

La Nouvelle Orleans: 504 4Ever (Or, Until We Sink)

Peeps and Undies,

my writer/editor Philly friend Gretchen has posted today a lil' article (more like a LOVE proclamation) about this fair city I wrote for her travel-y/food-y new site. Unfortunately, it's on MySpace, so unless you're a member you won't see the accompanying pics (I am not, and I wasn't able to). Gretchen apologizes promises to migrate to better digs as soon as she is able.

Since some of this blog's contributors were quoted in the letter, I thought it was only fair to share.

Love and FQ Fest,

Tats (indisposed at home with a hula hoop and tea)