Of course the
night was nowhere near over it being both New Orleans and
Mardi Gras and the excitement building as Fat Tuesday approached.
Trachiotomy and El Tonios were scheduled to perform at 3AM
at the One
Eyed Jacks in the French Quarter. Though they probably
didn’t play until well after four or five, plenty of folks
showed up to party with them. Trachio has strayed far beyond his
tracheotomy voice and towards uncharted weird soul territory - still
laboring to tweak the hip-hop until it’s standing on its head.
El Tonios is an excellent guitarist and triggers all kinds of samples,
beats, and manipulations live. They wound up with a whole cast on
the stage - which included Ninth Ward legend E.P.
and both members of Pensacola's Mad
Happy. What I do remember about their set was that it oozed
the freakiest of funk.
When we stepped
out into the morning, light flooded the doorway. The cast, crew,
and a few more hangers on dropped Quintron off and had breakfast
at a diner. As our day gasped its last breaths, we found ourselves
in the company of a bunch of folks who were filling up on their
way to work.
A couple of
hours after breakfast a fiesta was getting going at casa del Trachiotomy
and Anastasia. They had mimosas, bloody marys, beer, wine, and Trachio’s
famous drumstick po-boy (which consists of a barbecued chicken leg
inside of a small bun). The stage outside was filled with all kinds
of musicians for hours. Since it was on Magazine and the parades
weren’t far, a number of parade-goers ventured to the back
yard to check out the music. My oldest friend in the world (we go
back to middle school), who lives a few blocks away, showed up with
some friends. Busy catching up and meeting folks, I honestly can’t
remember the names of all of the fine bands that performed
with the lone exception of Mad Happy, who I’d witnessed before
in New York. My
band Twilight (as we were known then I think it was First
Twilight Congress when we played last week… I know,
I know, tell us if you think of something better) played - at twilight
of course - with the ruins of a house behind us. We took a picture
in front of the ruins but it came out blurry which is probably
for the best. I thought we kind of sucked but I’ve been around
long enough to know that sucking is a good omen the night before
a big show. I’m glad we got it out of our system.
up our set we tore down the stage (literally), the equipment, and
the P.A. and gradually made our way through the Mardi Gras bumper
to bumper and into the belly of the beast The
Circle Bar (which must’ve taken more than an
hour). Trachiotomy and El Tonios were once again to go at it with
Mad Happy and a few others. This is where the new fragility of my
thirties was particularly pronounced. Two nights of no sleep and
I was already feeling sickly and dead to the world. Some rockabilly
band was playing and, after about an hour of that, and no possibility
of Mad Happy or Trachiotomy anywhere in the near future, I got the
key and guilted my friend Dana into lifting the drummer from Twilight,
Jay, his girlfriend, Calixte, and me to the house where, in the
kitchen, I would find my first decent slumber since Thursday.
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