That’s what I’m talking about
The Sunday of Tin’s first Jazz Fest was magically splendid. The day started off gorgeous and continued to be stunningly perfect all day long. We started by going over to a friend’s for a Jazz Fest brunch and Tin just wanted to go in that pool so bad, even though the water was ice cold, so in we went:
Then we made our way into the Fairgrounds and over to a friend’s camp near the Acura Stage where the best of New Orleans was playing – Dr. John, Alan Toussaint, Johnny Sansome – loads of fun. But Tin had one singular interest and that was whatever was hiding in Paula’s purse:
We caught the beginning of Levon Helms and then headed to Congo Square to hear Juan Luis Guerra y 440 and meet up with T. It was perfect music for being outside in the sunshine and wanting to shake your booty:
We detoured to the Mardi Gras Indians and then grabbed some crawfish bread and sausage and jalapeno bread and headed to see Gal Holiday & the Honky Tonk Revue in the Kid’s Tent – rockabilly is fun for any age. A man came by peddling African drums and we bought one for Tin and every kid in the tent had to have a wack at it.
April 27th, 2010 at 2:18 pm
Hey you beautiful people! It was nice to see y’all out…little Tin is SO gorgeous and I’m glad to have you fine folks in my life. Happy rest of the Fest!
April 28th, 2010 at 12:33 am
We’ll see you this weekend – you’re playing on my birthday – but after 50, who is counting?