New Orleans marked the beginning of what we were calling The Unknown Frontier, that stretch between Louisiana and New York where we didn’t know anybody and didn’t know what we were going to do. The show in New Orleans was scheduled for 11pm at Neutral Ground, a sweet coffee house near the garden district. We rolled in from Houston at around 9pm and immediately started scoping out our options for a place to sleep. The air was hot hot hot and sticky so the van wasn’t a very desirable option (especially since the engine is under the driver’s seat) but we’d do it if we had to. But then the bar tender, who was pretty young and hip and reasonable, told us it was a bad idea. Even in the fancy neighbourhood, the street lights would go out at 3am and it would be kind of awkward to be sleeping in the van when somebody tried to break in.
As we were packing up our gear after the show, we met a young 17 year old tuning his guitar. This led to that and next thing we know we were following him to his Band Practice Room or, his Friend’s Mom’s Garage in the Burbs. We had to sneak in because they didn’t know we were coming. Turns out David, that little angel, is in a post-rock band called Good Day for an Air Strike. The least we can do is to tell you to check him out, love him and appreciate this fine example of a good Samaritan. In true slumber party style we chatted the night in the way in the dark, cosey on the carpeted floor.
After this fine stroke of luck we decided to spend another day in n.o. (yes!) and treat ourselves to something like a hotel. We ended up at a B&B for gay men, in an old southern house whose halls were lined with Mardigras costumes. It couldn’t have been more perfect.
Can you tell I’m jonesing for the next place to call home? Well it’s in the works dear readers, we’re scheming for 2009, so stay tuned. So far papua new guinea and paris hope to make their way on the itinerary.













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sage // July 31, 2008 at 10:00 pm |
How did the show go?