This is a re-working
of a previous post and doesn't even catch me up all the high jinks of the past weekend...
I look forward to putting a new screen on my laptop, so I can go back to spending 5 hours daily on it; instead of the 2 hours that I get here at the library...
Saturday through Monday was pretty much spent either hanging out or jamming with the likes of Tanya and Dorise, Brian Hudson and Christina Friis, and a few other un-noteworthies...
The Jazz Fest is in town.
Billy Joel is going to pretty much be the "big shot."
88% of the population has a Billy Joel song that they like....
Funny enough, I myself have Billy Joel songs that I like; but that is not what I think about when I think about his music.
I think about the fact that he is one of the few artists who has songs that I hate.
I can tell if a song is "terrible" like the band was just learning it and they had to stop in the middle because something went terribly wrong...
Those songs I don't hate.
The Reason I Hate The Billy Joel Songs That I Hate
The reason is that those songs all, with the exception of one, come from what I will call Billys "Christy Brinkley" era.
He is giving guys dating tips.
"Tell Her About It," guys (tell her all your crazy dreams; give her every reason to accept that you're for real) -that's how you keep a supermodel purring...
Thanks, Bill; the next time I am involved with the likes of Christy, I'll remember to tell her all about it...
Unless it's a tender moment. In that case, I'll leave a tender moment alone.
He knows how supermodels think; he is doing us a public service...I guess he got tired of the "How do you do it?" question about his then wife; and decided to answer it once and for all; with his lame lyrics...
Don't go to extremes, either, guys...
And I'll leave you with another caution from the guy who is set to go onstage in about 2 hours, here in New Orleans at the Jazz Fest.
Sometimes the time just isn't right to tell the girl a comical line; just to keep the moment light...
No wise-cracks at the moment of penetration right, Bill?
Anyways...I have digressed; but I hate those songs.
Hummus Among Us
I got up this morning and I layed there for a little while and contemplated the goat cheese which I had eaten the previous night.
I had chosen it based upon its color; probably seeing it as being similar in hue to feta cheese, which I enjoy (in moderation) immensely.
So I wound up subconciously grabbing a lump of goat cheese as the main course of what was to become a splended meal, through the providence of the people who were and have been giving away free samples of hummus.
There's Hummus Among Us
These people don't care that they already gave you 2 just 10 minutes ago; I think they are just trying to give away all of their hummus samples and then just "chill."
I came past them; near the ferry terminal across the street from Harrahs Casino which is where they frequent; and I said "I've been living on hummus for 3 days and I feel great!" and I gesticulated like one who has had a religious awakening, or something.
And, they still said "Well, here's two more hummus samples," and delivered!
To make a long story short; I stumbled upon, through this particular serendipity, one of the greatest recipes to ever come out of NOLA!
It is what I will call my "Goat Cheese And Hummus Excursion".
The Recipe
The recipe is pretty simple: Peel the Seran Wrap off of the goat cheese and, using a plastic knife, scoop up some goat cheese and then scoop up some hummus, which will stick to the goat cheese because the goat cheese is thicker. Then, just eat it*
*salt and pepper and sesame oil and hot sauce optional; ginger might be good....
So, Now, I prepare to go out in the street and play music.
Last Night
Last night was pretty much a ridiculous farce. I wound up getting 20 bucks from a guy who was sympathetic to me being run off by the cops at 8:08 p.m.
I totally had forgotten time (to me, it was just "Old Times," if you get my drift) and was playing at the accursed hour, instead of having waited for that accursed hour and the horse cops to pass through, clearing the streets of all performers before permanently disappearing into the night.
I had been talking to Barnaby, who was in great spirits due to his new job and who was in posession of great spirits in the form of Beefeaters gin; and who was pretty liberal in offering me some as he sat on one of his three steps and chatted to a woman who was sitting on one of the other three.
The woman said she had recognized me and that she had thought at the time that my music was good enough so that I shouldn't have need the "the sign" which I had.
Interesting things about signs: a rare amount of people are offended by them.
What's My Sign?
For the most part though, I would say that my sign which says:
The one that said:
I think my music is generic enough at times (a lot of them actually) where people (they just step out of a bar where a guy is doing a pretty good Dylan song; and they walk past me on the sidewalk doing the same; and the sign catches their eye more than the music;
And with this in mind and my computer time dwindling: This is my latest sign:
of a previous post and doesn't even catch me up all the high jinks of the past weekend...
I look forward to putting a new screen on my laptop, so I can go back to spending 5 hours daily on it; instead of the 2 hours that I get here at the library...
Saturday through Monday was pretty much spent either hanging out or jamming with the likes of Tanya and Dorise, Brian Hudson and Christina Friis, and a few other un-noteworthies...
The Jazz Fest is in town.
88% of the population has a Billy Joel song that they like....
Funny enough, I myself have Billy Joel songs that I like; but that is not what I think about when I think about his music.
I think about the fact that he is one of the few artists who has songs that I hate.
I can tell if a song is "terrible" like the band was just learning it and they had to stop in the middle because something went terribly wrong...
Those songs I don't hate.
The Reason I Hate The Billy Joel Songs That I Hate
The reason is that those songs all, with the exception of one, come from what I will call Billys "Christy Brinkley" era.
He is giving guys dating tips.
"Tell Her About It," guys (tell her all your crazy dreams; give her every reason to accept that you're for real) -that's how you keep a supermodel purring...
Thanks, Bill; the next time I am involved with the likes of Christy, I'll remember to tell her all about it...
Unless it's a tender moment. In that case, I'll leave a tender moment alone.
He knows how supermodels think; he is doing us a public service...I guess he got tired of the "How do you do it?" question about his then wife; and decided to answer it once and for all; with his lame lyrics...
And I'll leave you with another caution from the guy who is set to go onstage in about 2 hours, here in New Orleans at the Jazz Fest.
Sometimes the time just isn't right to tell the girl a comical line; just to keep the moment light...
No wise-cracks at the moment of penetration right, Bill?
Anyways...I have digressed; but I hate those songs.
Hummus Among Us
I got up this morning and I layed there for a little while and contemplated the goat cheese which I had eaten the previous night.
I had chosen it based upon its color; probably seeing it as being similar in hue to feta cheese, which I enjoy (in moderation) immensely.
So I wound up subconciously grabbing a lump of goat cheese as the main course of what was to become a splended meal, through the providence of the people who were and have been giving away free samples of hummus.
There's Hummus Among Us
These people don't care that they already gave you 2 just 10 minutes ago; I think they are just trying to give away all of their hummus samples and then just "chill."
I came past them; near the ferry terminal across the street from Harrahs Casino which is where they frequent; and I said "I've been living on hummus for 3 days and I feel great!" and I gesticulated like one who has had a religious awakening, or something.
And, they still said "Well, here's two more hummus samples," and delivered!
To make a long story short; I stumbled upon, through this particular serendipity, one of the greatest recipes to ever come out of NOLA!
It is what I will call my "Goat Cheese And Hummus Excursion".
The Recipe
 |
| Worlds Largest Batch Of Hummus, Jerusalem |
*salt and pepper and sesame oil and hot sauce optional; ginger might be good....
So, Now, I prepare to go out in the street and play music.
Last Night
Last night was pretty much a ridiculous farce. I wound up getting 20 bucks from a guy who was sympathetic to me being run off by the cops at 8:08 p.m.
I totally had forgotten time (to me, it was just "Old Times," if you get my drift) and was playing at the accursed hour, instead of having waited for that accursed hour and the horse cops to pass through, clearing the streets of all performers before permanently disappearing into the night.
I had been talking to Barnaby, who was in great spirits due to his new job and who was in posession of great spirits in the form of Beefeaters gin; and who was pretty liberal in offering me some as he sat on one of his three steps and chatted to a woman who was sitting on one of the other three.
The woman said she had recognized me and that she had thought at the time that my music was good enough so that I shouldn't have need the "the sign" which I had.
Interesting things about signs: a rare amount of people are offended by them.
What's My Sign?
For the most part though, I would say that my sign which says:
Free Music 40% - 60% Offhas been a sign which has made me money.
Tonight Only
All Songs Must Go"
The one that said:
"Street Musician Stimulus Package (with an arrow pointing to the case)"did pretty well, taking into account the number of people who said "I like that sign" when dropping money in the case.
I think my music is generic enough at times (a lot of them actually) where people (they just step out of a bar where a guy is doing a pretty good Dylan song; and they walk past me on the sidewalk doing the same; and the sign catches their eye more than the music;
And with this in mind and my computer time dwindling: This is my latest sign:
"I don't know anything at all about jazz but I can fake it"People have actually put 20 dollar bills on top of the sign which sat on the sidewalk, instead of in the guitar case; which to me, clearly states "I like your sign." (better than my music, even ?!?)
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