the hi ho lounge… 2239 st claude avenue
lucky’s bar 1625 st charles avenue
avenue pub 1725 st charles avenue
surrey’s uptown 4807 magazine street
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skinz n bonez update
last night was magical. skinz n bonez and 504dancingman and wildman john got masked and went out on the streets. the mission? was to attend the cabin boy contest at the 700 club for the make a wish foundation. we arrived in 504fashion, and chanted all the way, and when we got there? things went up a notch.
we entered our 504DM and wildman got to be a judge, so the contestants got on stage, then danced round the room collecting money. I gave dollar after dollar to 504DM, some to buccaneer rick, and to irish, and when they got on the stage? the cheers for 504DM were obviously loud, and he got into the finals, then of course? he won. He surrendered the title to Buccaneer Rick of the krewe of pirates and wenches, because afterall? its talk like a pyrate day, and a pyrate should win the crown.
the money was raised, and still more needs to happen so we can send our kid to disneyland with his family. it was a magical night, then we headed to decatur, where we crashed the balcony bar, then crashed vaso, then DBA. we ended our evening at the hi ho lounge. fun was had all the way around. I can’t wait to do it again.
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crossroads art bazaar / midsummer
mission accomplished. the healing center has landed. a place where you can buy art, books, novena’s, religious items, food, juice, coffee, take a yoga class, and so much more, and soon enough? make groceries. the last time I was in a real grocery store in my neighborhood? it was august 30th, 2005. it was a frightening experience, but now? within a month or so? I can shop just blocks from my house. If you haven’t bought into the co-op? you should. its a worthwhile adventure.
wildman john and mardiclaw / skinz n bonez gang
the previous day was midsummer mardigras. the debut of one gang of lady bones, aka skinz n bonez. these ladies and wildman, and the soul sweeper, rolled through uptown with all kinds of noiz. joining them was one 504dancingman darryl young. watch for more updates on this page about these ladies. they meet each sunday at the hi ho lounge at six, for practice. WITH dancing man teachin the moves.
happy midsummer mardigras!
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last weekends kick off of the new orleans art scene, went off without a hitch, and Off white linen bode well. I hear that everyone had a great time.
I know I did, but I wasn’t in town, I was in st augustine, florida, enjoying surf and sand.
tonite is the follow up to white linen, with dirty linen. The krewe of pyrates and wenches are out there tonite, in full force, as well as those who are participating in the red dress run. the city is done painted red, and dirty. LOL!
I am well rested, and ready to begin anew, with a whole new perspective on art. so look for me, my booth, and my speech, at the grande opening of the new orleans healing center, august 28th. I’m probably going to be a little under the weather, as the night before? is midsummer mardigras. come check out skinz n bonez debut.
see ya out there.
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off white linen 7th year!
august sixth brings WHITE LINEN to new orleans, the official kickoff of the arts season. at the same time? OFF WHITE LINEN goes down on camp and calliope. a much smaller affair, more affordable, any art sold, goes right into the artists pockets, and not 50 to 60 percent to a gallery owner. also of note, while hundreds of folks gather on julia, the throngs of people crowd into the galleries for drinks, nosh, and to try and view art, off white linen caters to a much more diverse crowd of artists, musicians, crafts people, and clothing designers. get over there and enjoy an evening of the people behind the scenes, and several artists including myself, who will show their wares… head to the back patio for live music, and view a few indians too while your there.
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what a wonderful night tomorrow will be. The PK Gallery will host a benefit for a group of artists from new orleans, who are supporting the mama nola burning man event. Friends will donate art, voodoo art, day of the dead, katrina related things, to be either bought, or taken to burning man, put in a homemade art gallery, with a giant voodoo doll on top, and then lit on fire in honor of burning man.
I got the honor of donating two pieces.
the opening is wed july 20th at PK Gallery, located at 938 Royal street, for one night only. whatever doesn’t sell? will go to burning man. five to 11pm. please stop in and support this event.
I also got asked by noomoon, to do a panel for their installation as well. I will start this sometime this week. I wish I could go to burning man, but I guess in an odd way I AM.
dropped off the ANBA DLO piece today, and Tom Harvey will be handling it from this point out.
great day for me. hope all is good for all of you, and see you tomorrow.
again, with surrey’s…. :)
1418 magazine street, nola
yes, I’m back. this time showing about 35 pieces for my summer sale, prior to OFF WHITE LINEN… off white will be in conjunction with WHITE LINEN august 6th, at camp and calliope. featuring over 10 artists, musicians, clothing, jewelry, good abita brew, and friends. this is the 7th year in a row for off white, see ya there.
also showing a few works at lucky’s on st charles avenue.
also just named the official artist for anba dlo.
see ya out there.
drums every sunday, at the hi ho lounge.
black and gold reign, a repost!
whenever I think of the saints, and supabeauxl, I think of a special moment in time. one that will always live in my heart, and also on the internet. with the NFL and talks of no season, half season, quarter season, and CAN WE HAVE a season….? I’m compelled to do a repost from humid city… from yours truly…
can I get a whodat?
black and gold reign a repost
December 16, 2010 by mardiclaw
I knew back a few weeks, when I decided to paint a giant Drew Brees, that something was different. Maybe it was sitting there watching each game, each week, being on the computer and sharing the plays with friends, or the entire city showing their faith, but I knew then, what I see now… A Black and Gold Supabeauxl.
From that first game after katrina that held us all together, to last nights victory, we’ve come from great tragedy to a great victory. The dome represents so many horrific things, right down to the fact that they painted it white shortly after, so as to not remind us of “Katrina”. I had friends at the dome that fateful night, and the stories were shameful. The people inside, and those at the convention center, all “Entertainment” for an America that sat and watched helpless as this city drowned. We were a tragedy unfolding, and becoming ONE giant reality TV show gone LIVE.
The Emotions of that first home game with U2 and green day seemed to set the tone for the victory we would wait four years for. A Victory that each one of us earned, even though sometimes, it was on a couch with a beer in hand. Victory was KEY, to a city that has been struggling to move forward. Drew Brees coming to the game, to represent and help us rebuild, not only our Faith, but our team.
That last game? When fans showed at the Superdome with family members ashes, and more… The time had come. Fans representin the black and gold, and the decibles inside reflected the amount of pride and energy that WHO DAT fans have. Team members couldn’t hear each other, and the black and gold grew louder.
Jokes with locals revolved around the fact that it was mardi gras, and we were all trained to scream for beads, therefore, screaming for a black and gold supabeauxl, had just crashed into the greatest gras since Katrina.
I remember being broken down in a car, somewhere in Alabama, driving back from a wedding we thought we’d never go to, but did, once forced to leave a drowned city. Car broken down, and a new friend arriving to bring us to his house, while we waited for a ride back. He turned on that game, and I became a puddle of tears seeing the Saints on the field, while we all were roaming the country for someplace not only to live, but to SEE that game.
Then the return to the dome, and U2, green day, september ending, and the beginning of the mass return to New Orleans herself. Coming home to no electricity, no heat, no hot water, and yet, proud to be home. Even if it meant racing from one red cross station to another for ice, one salvation army truck after another, or driving long distances to make groceries, or dealing with a forced curfew, that you NEVER thought possible in a city once 24/7. Katrina may have crushed us on television sets, but back home, we were finally rising up, and returning…. NO MATTER WHAT.
It became evident that something was happening. That Gras had no brass bands until we got to muses… and babylon and chaos… that night the music returned, and that night a white float passed by with no riders… symbolizing all those lost during that fateful night. The playing cards I scored that night spoke of all the politicians who had turned their backs on us, and left us to drown. An Entire country that saw us as less than human, like animals caged and set free to pillage a city that was left behind. NOT ONE GOOD story that happened, was put on tv to linger as long as the stories of looting, and shooting. AND as someone who DID stay and walk around, my anger inside was turning to rage.
A nation that sat glued to a television set watching a third world country go through a MAN MADE disaster… (yes thats right, the levee failures) and a nation making social commentary on the fact that THEY didn’t think we should EVEN HAVE A GRAS! Well, I think that southern comfort billboard said it all…. NOTHING STOPS MARDI GRAS…. NOTHING.
We were all returning, home or no home, to bond as new orleanians at the mardi gras. Some for the first time since the storm. And now, the Black and Gold Mardi Gras begins… From what I saw out and about last night? This will be a gras to remember. One filled with as much Joy as that first one after katrina. People were in their cars headed to the french quarter last night… the entire gulf coast just took a deep collective sigh, and felt that release of grief, that relief of pride and glory, KNOWING that last nights television airing of the supabeauxl, was now showing america something heroic, and not a tragedy.
That fateful day, that brought us to our knees, was forever changed by one Drew Brees…. I can honestly say that I’ve never felt such emotion during a football game. We had a few who hadn’t seen a supabeauxl game, we had a few who knew nothing of the game, we had some who had a hard time watching because they had been such lifelong fans, and then there were those in the room so confident that they just smiled during those first few moments where we were behind.
Texts poured in from friends all over the country at the beginning of this game… a nationwide WHO DAT NATION rose to the occasion…. I mean, who doesn’t like to see the Underdog win? . I laughed at all the music that has risen up just FOR this occasion. WHO DATS everywhere were joyful, and we were ALL IN THAT NUMBER.
We were all marching in at that kickoff… I knew a voodoo priest who had blessed them, I knew fans with parents ashes at that game, I knew there were voodoo dolls with pins waiting to come out, I heard about the citywide prayer vigil, I knew that this religious city would bring out all the spirits, and those long gone, would be standing over us, and I knew it was going to be a victory.
The Spirits, the Sinners, and all the Saints, would make sure that the black and gold were no longer “Ain’ts”. Knew the second half would be when we made it OUR game. And there it was. the entire room rose up, and the city with it.
The deafening sound of victory in New Orleans was now rising, and we were there. I ran out the house with friends into the street… Cars were going by playing get crunk! Standing there in the middle of the street in the cold? was something I’ll remember for a lifetime. You could hear bourbon street, you could hear the neighborhood, and car horns, fireworks, who dats everywhere windows flew up and yelling WHO DAT WHO DAT WHO DAT WHO DAT… It was almost like a Dr Seuss dream… all the cindy lou who dats were out the BOX! I even got a text “WHO DA FUCK DAT”, and it was like the WHO DAT that went around the world.!!
I know for the next six months the “WHO DAT” will be the common greeting. I know that come tuesday, I will see history… the parade that we have waited for, will come out of the DOME SWEET DOME, and roll through this great city… a sea of black and gold, and JOY… sheer JOY. Looking about the room at that victorious moment? TEARS streaming, TEARS flowing… laughter, tears, joy and more…
Then seeing all the who dats in Miami, refusing to leave the stadium? BIG LAUGHTER all around. When I got home later? They were still sitting there WAITING for their team…
I ate so much food yesterday, because of the anxiety, because of all the energy I was expending just watching… waiting for it.. I felt I had played that game by the time it was over, I was exhausted. I got to watch it with some very close friends too, which made it even better…
Then the texts poured in again from all over the country. WHO FUCKIN DAT, seemed to be the resounding who dat pouring forth… The walk to the quarter, staring at that giant parking lot of fans, flags, screams, horns, high fives, sheer joy, and more… the party had officially started.. my thoughts of how great it would be, having america see us, ALL of us, showing our black and gold… WITH NO RIOTING…
An incredible thing to even think of going to miami? I don’t think so. I’m proud fans went there, I’m even prouder that folks are heading here right now… knowing that this mardi gras is gonna be the shit. Knowing that the amount of money pouring out of the pockets, and into the city? YEAH U RITE!
I can only believe what the quarter looks like RIGHT NOW. No one has slept, NO one… NO ONE WILL BE AT WORK TODAY… we have come back… we brought the hurricane brees to miami, we have a NEW MAYOR, and a NEW BEGINNING, and no more PITY PARTY… but a Pride that will glow for quite some time. LOMBARDI GRAS is ON!!! If you are thinking of coming here? get moving… this is history, and this time? I hope Americans who dissed us take note… We might be a third world country inside the US, but WE HERE… WE BACK… WE DAT! WHO DAT!
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our first meeting was a success, and not really large yet, just enough to get it started. the holiday before us, will make it another slow start, but sometimes thats better. With 45 women signed on, thats lots, and our first run will be midsummer mardigras. It should make for a very interesting evening. Wildman says that the King this year, is his good friend, so we most likely will be on stage before the parade begins.. get out there and join up with us on sunday nights at seven at the hi ho lounge.
skinz and bonez
here’s more information. to sign up to be a member, you need to be at the hi ho on sundays for practice at seven pm. Practice will be with wildman john, james and the burning spear ladies, tab, and kizie. this will be a rotating practice, while we get our bearings on who wants to play what. Indian drumming is deep tones, and no high ends. tamborines, cowbells, washboards, and more.
Everyone is encouraged to bring as much as possible. along the way, we shall create our costumes, much like the northside skull and bone gang, but with a feminine twist. Start collecting rib bones, and we’ll start cleaning them up, then epoxy, for throws… a bone gang, should have some bones… and like Wildman says, lots of skin.
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stand up and get crunk… for popeyes
ya herd? yes indeed. today there was a “flash mob” incident on bourbon street, for popeye’s chicken. If you were informed, then you saw the training video, learned the dance steps before you got there, and WHEN you got there, and orange tshirt was handed to you, beads, and LET THE CRUNK BEGIN.
I had a few friends who dissed this. I think its great!… when I first moved here, popeye’s did a free concert at woldenburg park. the headliners were dr john and fats domino. everytime the helicopters would pass, we were asked to look up and wave. There were about five acts that day, but the two headliners is why I came out. What a treat. After that? I decided popeye’s was okay in my book.
not to mention, I like popeye’s chicken. I especially love the red beans and rice… however, when one is away from home, and orders popeye’s… say, like in portland oregon? its not quite the same.
LOooooziana…. fresh!
So unfortunately I didn’t get off work in time to join in on the fun, but I am about to see it on the news, and sooner or later, when we get back to the saints season, there will be a crunk advert, by popeyes, to appease the saints fans, and popeye’s fans.
orange you glad you came out?
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we have a new womens gang on the horizon. The first meeting is this sunday at the hi ho lounge. So far about 40 women have signed up, and the idea behind this is to be a GANG behind an Indian this mardigras.
After parading with Wildman John for the past year, His chief and gang have pretty much disappeared. whats an Indian Gang without drums? So while at st josephs night with Bec Hunter, we talked, and I envisioned the idea of a womens bone gang. Its perfect for me, and is in line with dreams I’ve had of resurrection and bones…
Not to say we’re like Northside Skull and Bones, BUT we can roll behind the wildman in many parades throughout the season, AND join in St Josephs night, while drumming…
it will take ten drummers, ten cowbells, and ten tamborines, to make this happen. I know we have forty total right now, but there are other ideas behind this, and other things for those who are drummer challenged. Anyhow, this sunday be at the hi ho lounge at six pm, and find out what we’re about.
see you there.
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it could happen to any of us…
this last episode of treme, really brought things back into perspective. Even took me back to a musician murdered near frenchman street. While out riding my bike one afternoon, I came upon the spot, where it happened. flowers, a guitar, candles and more decorated a doorway, and I stood there reading all the letters, to a person I never knew. Times were scary then… The thugs were back, there were robberies in several bars round the city, and no one was caught, no one prosecuted, and no one wanted to testify. I worked late nights, so all of it put me on edge. Post traumatic stress syndrome had become the “norm” among those of us who went through it.
I got a phone call one night from a coworker, he had the night off, but was at the bar I worked at. He called to tell me we’d been robbed. No one could find the owners number, so I hung up the phone, called my employer, and told him I was on my way. He wondered if he should head in, my response was no, I’ll go check it out, and close the bar for the evening. Three guys had come in and cased the place in the early part of the evening. Then they returned later, and one went to check the back, one stayed up front, and the other one, put a glock in the bartenders face.
the three customers had a knife pulled on them, and then were asked to empty pockets and cell phones. then they took them to the back, and put them in the bathroom, where visions of louisiana pizza kitchen went through their heads. The bartender emtied the cash into a bag, and then was told to run for her life to the back of the house. Visions of bullets in her back as she fleed for her life.
When I arrived the officers had her inside, and were grilling her. I wasn’t allowed inside, and neither were the customers. The officer outside was pretty stern with me, and when they finally allowed us to go back in? I asked a few questions, and was treated like it was none of my business. When asked why they didn’t take prints off the heineken the perp had drank from? I was told to mind my own business. All in all? they treated Amy, myself and the customers like we were the criminals.
they hit mimi’s shortly after. The owner where I worked got on tv, and talked about how worried he was for his employee’s with this going on. a week later, his wife would be threatened by NOPD while playing poker at harrahs. Mimi called a meeting, and everyone came out. Eddie Compass showed up late, and then tried to take credit for calling the meeting in the first place. More officers showed, and more threats were made to my employer, about keeping his mouth shut for the press.
When they finally caught up to the kids who had pulled off all these robberies, they found all the credit cards and ID’s of all robbed, on the dining room table, displayed like trophies. They were kids. One of them was related to an NOPD officer.
But this? ripped my heart out. Like a friend who you had just gotten to know, suddenly gone. It could happen to any of us. At anytime. the memories of these incidents are like bad dreams come back and I keep replaying it in my head. I can picture these thugs being one in the same as those doing the robberies. Without even any thought of what might happen after murder? they come back on our beloved Harley, and let him know who’s boss. They pull the trigger, without any emotion, other than anger. “I ain’t your son”.
On a lighter note… Kermit and Antoine go back and forth on frenchman street, a very joyful moment… and Kermit coming back on him, and playing, and playing, and playing… over the top… his wonderful googly eye popping out, while he blows and blows… and Antoine…. “you always make me smile”. nice touch between friends. Competetive too…
The columns hotel scene, a rich and sophisticated little club scene with Ingrid Lucia, and then you finally see a possible romantic moment between two who are getting to finally bond a bit. Although she turned him down, she didn’t make it a clumsy moment for him, but a tender one for both of them.
I see LaDee and her fear, still growing, still stifling her day to day life, and now interrupting her marraige, and her relationship with her kids. Is she really going to sell Gigi’s? Her husband is losing patience with each day… when will they have a normal life again?
Trashenova is starting to paint the picture of what now is a mess in mid city. Seeing the scam pulled off, and seeing the gentleman and his wife, refusing to leave their home, unless its by his feet, saddens me, as we all know what has happened to him and his family, and many more like him, who lost to a “developer”.
Sofia, Sofia, Sofia…. are you going to wake up? whats goin on? When Oliver Thomas shoots it straight at her, you can see her fear, her anger, all in her eyes… someone had to say it. I also got a good laugh when she commented that he would make a great mayor. We all know what happened to him.
AND BIG CHIEF… so serious, so stuck in his ways, will get his wish. You know thats comin back to new orleans for a recording. Delmond just turning into his daddy before our eyes, and he pokes and prods him walking through New York. I have a good question on this one.. What Indian Tribe is Big Chief from?
The restaurant scene with Jeanette, and the food critic, just keeps em coming. I thought the egg looked like it was throwing up caviar, and the critic, just smelling the plate, like he was in heaven. A good comeback from the cajun wood fairy.
Antoine… those kids crack me up. sneaking a young child into the blue nile… thats about as nola tradition as it gets for these kids.. the band as a team, the performance at the blue nile as competition, and the kid who gets to sneak in, and see real music, in public. good all the way round there.
and yet, what still lingers is Harley. The entire Hi Ho Lounge was in shock… and those last words, thats so new orleans… yup, thats new orleans… the good, the bad, and the “can I get a taxi?
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here’s a few treme goodies…
delmond gets a musical clue
this little gem went out this weekend, and the winner was ACE himself, local rapper who was featured, and still is being featured in treme, with steve zahn’s davis macalary’s band. I got the idea from the show itself, as it touched a note with myself, since I work with Wildman John of the wild tchoupatoulas. In the moment of watching his daddy, big chief lambreaux, delmond stumbles upon friends he hasn’t seen in so long. they hug, they chat but he must get moving to catch up with his daddy, when he looks over and see’s the boombox, and here’s modern jazz playing and he see’s the connection between himself, his daddy, his music, his daddy’s music, and the whole ball of wax.
jeanette throws a sazerac party
here’s a fun piece that I gave away after jeanette threw a drink in a food critics face. he called out the cajun wood faery in her… the best part of this episode, was Kim herself was there with steve zahn, and clarke peters, and jacque’s character as well. it was a delightful evening, and a big roar from the crowd on that one too.
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treme at the hi ho episode one
this weekends treme was lots of fun, as parts were filmed in the hi ho lounge. I saw bec hunter in the background, and really laughed at aunt mimi in the front row , enjoying a few drinks, and some fun rap. The homage to george bush and his ridiculous lie in jackson square immortalized with a rapper to boot. Even his fear of “black men” portrayed by steve zahn. I had a good laugh on that one.
Then we also had that moment of Delmond talking with his Daddy about recording with Indians. I especially loved this because this weeks painting was a boombox, and Indian, a Rapper, and a Lady all enjoying mardigras, with fried chicken and beads to boot. Which comes to the painting being just as much a part of this weeks episode. When Delmond tells his daddy he might go with Little Walter or Monk Beaudreaux, he stirs up the Indian pride within his father, and the arguement of “What do you want? want it done right? you want the guardians of the flame? or you want that creole wild wild west, or maybe nint’ ward hunters”. I really loved this scene, completed with dr johns comments of the arguement becoming “legend”. you can’t make up this shit!
Seeing LaDonna go through the emotions of her robbery, and rape, and her husband finding out the truth, you can see the fire building in her eyes. These guys did more than just rob and rape her, they did this to many women, and now LaDonna is starting to rise up inside with all that rage. I can feel a fight coming, I can feel the heat, and I know somebody better get outta the kitchen, cause this pots about to boil over.
Sofia? Girl has so much anger over Daddy’s death, that she’s doing a typical teenager thing… drinking, drugging, and Oooops! a joyride in a stolen car puts her in juvenile detention. Tony comes to the rescue, and then the entire arguement comes to a boil too, as Tony spills her rage, her guilt, and her tears in a parking lot, as she and sofia finally have it out. It was a very tense moment for me. I had to look away from the screen, as I held back my tears. It was time these two had it out, its time for the two of them to bond, and move forward.
Did I see a payoff with Oliver Thomas? Did I see Trashanova working yet more BS? What went down there, or IS going down makes me wonder how they’re going to handle Oliver “I ain’t no rat” Thomas, when we finally get to the end of this season… or will it continue into the next? Oliver has certainly been fun on the big screen.
I also am wondering about Jeanette, and when she’s finally going to come home. NY may be her new hideout, but most certainly having jacque in jail, could be the kicker that brings her back. AND Sonny? clean yet? did you like that little vietnamese girl or what? And Annie and Steve Earle on the street? THANK YOU. while davis watches from afar. SUSAN COWSILL, up there on the stage was a beautiful thing. I’ve always loved her since we became friends years ago, she did a benefit for a friend who was the victim of a drive by shooting. thank you susan, good to see not only YOU on the stage, but those posters of the susan cowsill band in the background, while annie and harley pound out thier music on frenchman street.
FINALLY we see Desiree out there in the club watching her man Antoine, play a gig. The looks exchanged between them reveals the good friendship in real life, that these two have. It adds so much on screen, when you see him give her a flirty look, and she returns the smile, and the support that she has for her man.
rapping up this episode was the raffle, which went to ACE, our rapper in treme, part of the backup band for Davis. Ace has become somewhat of a regular now, and the painting was almost tailor made for him… seein since he’s on the stage, rapping, part of what delmond see’s in the episode before, under the bridge. A bridge that gaps Indian, Rapper, Jazz, et al… the musical gumbo that makes new orleans? NEW ORLEANS>
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Crescent City Brewpub gallery opening
this wednesday, Will Smith Jr and myself will be showing at the brewpub in the quarter. 527 decatur street. from six ta nine pm. Will is taking the right side, and I’m taking the left side, so forgive me if I’m too busy to hang out this week. I’ve got some new works not seen, and a few you might have seen, but the bottom line? affordable, colorful, and very new orleans.
after showing there, I will turn towards lucky’s on the ave, to show a few there, and then on to nola brewing for a mural, and back to the avenue pub to update theirs.
In the next few days, you’ll be able to purchase the nola brewing piece at the pub, online through fine art america.
see you in the funnypages.
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as they repair every road around me, the “submerged” streets of new orleans are a battle ground… between the big earth movers and shakers, cracks in the walls have become a complaint throughout the neighborhood. It was bad enough that I had a ceiling crash in on my xmas eve the year after katrina, now its the walls… And the walls, come crumbling down…
Treme always brings up memories for me. This past week was no different, with only one new aspect. It touched home on the return of the crime and violence, in a crescendo of murders, all stirring up the march on city hall. All of these things hit so close to home, even though I didn’t know Dinerral, or Helen…. This entire season is hitting all the nails on the head. Seems like a neatly written play, but its all of the tension rolled into six episodes? I wonder if people round the country realize that its touching on reality?
I do the raffle painting a few days before the next episode. Which brings me to last weeks episode. I had so many ideas in my head, and I usually try to keep humor in anything I give away, but I think this week I’m going to take a step out, and do something a little darker. I like to do the painting all in one night, and its been a great challenge. I look forward to it, and then releasing it.
I can see LaDonna’s pride coming back on the couch, as she see’s the march on city hall. I remember they told Nagin he couldn’t speak, it wasn’t his turn… It was OUR turn to be heard… There was lots of tension in the air back then, and all of it was packaged, and delivered to the doors of city hall. A very serious situation was growing more by the day…
I was so absorbed by all of it that I missed bits and pieces of the rest of the episode. We even watched it two more times that night. Wendell Pierce was there, and he had some great insights to some of the scenes. Dinerral’s real sister did several takes for her role, which was heartbreaking. Of course the real Oliver Thomas is on the big screen too.
I laugh, as the week before, my raffle painting was of a rat in front of city hall. (congrats jess) The next week, a Cajun Sazerac Faery in a glass….. The guy who won the painting that night? A couple offered him cash for it, so he sold it, and they got me to personally autograph it, and then they got wendell pierce to sign it too. that was very entertaining… and complementary. So this week? I’m going to do several works, and will have a humor piece to boot.
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under construction for a few days
thanks for stopping by. Mars and I are updating this website, so you can shop on line, and view more art. Thats the point isn’t it? Please be patient… and we’ll see you soon. in the meantime, you won’t find much to look at for a few days, but plenty to read. thanks…
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treme episode five
emotions… a sea full of emotions, and tears. It was one of the most difficult episodes to watch. we begin with Dinerral Shavers funeral. We all feel the pain, we all share the grief, and we all are angered by the stupidity of the truth. A man who was destined for great things, WHO did great things. A man we lost, through the senseless violence in the city at that time. then came Helen. then the teacher who committed suicide, the man gunned down in the street by the NOPD, for sitting in his car, then the student gunned down. LOTS of violence, lots of death, lots of anger… and then all of it regurgitated before city hall, in a city wide protest showing nola standing up against the violence. It was more tears, more pride, and all of us in the room, remembering that day.
It was a time when you didn’t know if you were gonna make it, if WE were gonna make it. LaDee shows her fears, then shows a smile when she sees the march on city hall. I get the feeling she’s about to make a comeback in a strong way.
Thank you Wendell Pierce for showing up and sharing drinks with Sam and Dave, and myself. your commentary and views are more than helpful, and more than insightful. And Ethan? I’m sorry you weren’t warned about this episode. I’m sorry we lost Helen.
I look forward to next weeks episode, and hope that we get a little humour, to follow up such a tragic time in our wonderful city.
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treme episode four.
having last weeks episode conjuring up a bartender being robbed, raped and beaten, and KNOWING that Dinerall Shavers is next on the HIT list, I came into this episode hoping I wasn’t going to lose it with my emotions. I see LaDonna holding her pain back, and still vulnerable when no ones looking, I see Sophia drinking and partying like a normal teenager, yet wondering when she’s getting busted, My Indian Chief on the verge, the cops still run amok, and the hispanic carpetbagger spending money in every direction, and bribes, hookers, drugs, and more. Seeing June Yamagishi with antoine batiste? priceless. YES this season is shaping up quite nicely.
But more important was the appearance of Kim Dickens, Steve Zahn, Clarke Peters, and more at the hi ho lounge. Cast members including sidekick Jacque… it was a wonderful moment in time, where reality crossed over into an episode. I almost called Kim Dickens Jeanette… LOL! My favorite moment in the episode came from her and the Cajun Wood Fairy Sazerac, which brings me to next weeks painting. expect something along that line. Congrats to Vanessa Sternick who won “Poppin Fresh Dough”!
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TREME season two
we’re already on our third episode, and time is flying fast. our first season opener? was great with the big screen at the hi ho lounge. our second showing was followed with stooges brass band, and loco’s por juana. third episode was with davis rogan himself, and his band. Each time we’ve gotten a bigger crowd, which brings me to the raffle. Last year I began a raffle to go with treme, since I had managed to get several pieces in the show itself. so each week, I do a new painting, something that reflects the episode before. We’ve also added reserved seating for four with drinks. Since last week we had so many, people were camping out on the floor, the reserved seating is a good thing.
What has happened in this last scene, was very disturbing. I’ve read the salon review, where they diss the writer for allowing a main character to be robbed, beaten and raped. They talked lots about the random crime shown, and I really don’t think the writer from salon had a clue. I remember the violence, the return of the thugs, the first murder after the storm, just blocks from my house, I remember helen hill, dinerall shavers, and wendy byrne. (who was murdered a year after that fact) but nonetheless, the murder started to soar, and violence was everywhere. the guard was here, and they certainly saved many from the “rogue” police patrols. I had a friend riding her bike home one night, and was pulled over by police, who “frisked” her… more like felt her up and threatened her. I had another friend who the police were hassling, he was in drag, the guard showed up and got him home safely before the NOPD officers could beat on him. Not to say all cops were bad, but they were living on a cruise ship, and many hadn’t even gotten to deal with their own domestic issues.
NOPD was short handed, and you couldn’t get the police to show up. When they did? you were the criminal first, for calling. Then there was the robbery where I worked. A new girl had come on, and three thugs came in and cased the place. Same three thugs got mimi’s, domenic’s, and more. they would commit some 45 robberies before caught, and one would be linked to an NOPD officer.
Needless to say, they walked into the bar, one went to the bathroom to see who was in the place, another went to the corner of the bar, and pulled a knife on the patrons, and the other put a glock in her face. they had been in the bar earlier, and had scoped out the camera’s, WHICH didn’t really work. after making everyone surrender their wallets, watches, and cell phones, they took all the men to the back, into the mens room. they would make the female bartender even more nervous, by telling her to run and hide in the back. As she ran to the back, she thought for sure she would be gunned down. The guys in the mens room thought they would be executed too, just like the louisiana pizza kitchen incident from 1995. When it was over, I got a call to come to the bar. I arrived to find it locked, the police interogating her, and everyone else told to wait outside. When they finally let us come back in, I asked why they didn’t take the bottle of heineken for fingerprints, and was told to mind my own business. (where I’m from? they would’ve ran the prints)
So seeing LaDonna fall victim to the violence? the hairs on my neck stood up. Too bad they didn’t show Big Daddy’s, where these same three thugs cased one night, to find a gay man with a shotgun in their faces, telling them “y’all are in the wrong bar”. they left, and went to mimi’s instead, where they robbed, and then MIMI herself, stirred the pot, by calling a press meeting about the violence, and the crime. Riley showed up and tried to pretend he had called the meeting. My employer who had his business robbed? Was told by two NOPD officers to keep his mouth shut, or there would be repercussions. The councilwoman from his district? approached his wife a week later at harrah’s casino, with two officers at her side, and threatened his wife as well, to keep your mouth shut regarding the incident.
these were just some of the things that were going on. Things were VERY dangerous at that point in time, and were growing even more dangerous by the minute. What they’re showing? is the growing violence, that will end with Dinerral dying, Helen dying, and a march on city hall.
oh yeah, and that Tshirt… NOPD = not our problem dude.