Big Chief Monk Boudreaux riffs on Band of Gypsies at the dba Lounge. (photos by Ryan Snyder)
“If you like the band, then tip the band.” You can go broke abiding by the old New Orleans’ performers maxim. Party bands blare out of the Bourbon Street tourist traps practically around the clock. There’s a smooth a capella group crooning classic doo wop or band of young brass blowers cutting their chops down every alleyway. Somewhere, there’s an iconic NOLA player killing a crowd during a weekly residency. You never really know who you’ll to run into either: John Legend at the hotel, Ron Jeremy at Tipitina’s, a bedazzled secondline queen sashaying through downtown and semi-obscure distillers doling out unlimited free samples somewhere most every afternoon.
YES! Weekly hit the annual convention for the Association of Alternative Newsweeklies this past weekend in the Big Easy, and in addition to some damaged livers and spoiled palates, we brought back a severe case of postpartyum (sic) depression (and some photos).
A gospel group plays the saints; a burlesque posse play the sinners at the AAN’s Friday night party.
Stroker plays the biker’s blues Downtown.
The Honey Island Swamp Band bring guests Alvin Youngblood Hart and some sweet tarts to their Tipitina’s show Friday.
Kermit Ruffins does his weekly thing at Vaughn’s on Thursday. (photos by Ryan Snyder)
