New Orleans. ‘Crescent City’, ‘The Big Easy’. Whatever. This qualifies as my other home. It’s been 40 years since I was here, and it’s a kind of homecoming. Between school semesters at The San Francisco Art Institute, I grew up with Jules Cahn’s family. His sons Richard & Jimmy were like brothers. It was very emotional all those reconnections again.
We were picked up at the airport by Jana Napoli, and went for a great seafood dinner at Pesche. It was pouring rain, but that didn’t faze us. We were dropped off to Richard & Vivian’s home, just enough time to unpack and then off to The Quarter for music. Richard took us to D.B.A where Louis Michot - a great Cajun fiddler was performing (he had just won a Grammy with his band The Lost Bayou Ramblers). Unfuckingbelievable music...
New Orleans, I’m back....
Here are images from that day... Select the following link...
https://photos.app.goo.gl/udtex7xwvcPHkuFt5
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