Thursday night we went to Preservation Hall which is this amazing old building where you can listen to incredible jazz in a tiny tiny room. We saw the Tornado Brass Band, who were amazing(!!), after an epic dinner at the Gumbo Shop. I had crawfish and pasta in this epic cream sauce which just about stopped my heart. We were so full and tired (and wearing heels), we could barely make it through the set, but it was totally worth the three toes I lost to the cause. The songs that I remember they played (I wasn't as diligent as the night before and didn't write down the set list) were "Hot Dog Man" (an original by the sax player), "Go to the Mardi Gras," and "Basin Street Blues." I'm obSESSed with Sam Cooke's version of Basin Street Blues:
but I guess the version I actually have, by Louis Armstrong, is good too. The band kept trying to get people to clap and sing along, but the crowd was painfully jazz illiterate. They had a call and response in "Hot Dog Man" and the girl next to me would always sing back "HOTDOGMAN" approximately four beats too early and with no rhythm at all. And there was an older gentleman would consistently clap on the wrong beat - even when he started off correctly, he would switch to the offbeat slowly, as if he was counting just a little bit slower than everyone else.
Other Thursday events: sleeping in!, Emmy's exploration of Tulane, souvenir shopping, croissants, baked clams and beer, and about 10 minutes of reading and 60 of taking pictures by the Mississipp'.
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