One Month to Jazz Fest

2009 March 24
by Don Hammack

I’m already in the middle of one countdown: The Month of Carla. It runs from St. Patrick’s Day until her birthday, two days after taxes are due. Yeah, it helps overshadow that unfortunate time of year.

Today begins another: One Month to Jazz Fest. It’s my favorite event of the year. What’s not to like? Great music, great food, beer, friends. (Probably in that exact order, sorry friends.) Here’s a map of my New Orleans Jazz Fest experience, as it currently stands:


Music highlights: Drive-By Truckers, Tab Benoit, Trombone Shorty & Orleans Avenue.

Where else I’ll be: As usual, when there’s not a band circled on my sheet you can find me at the Fais Do-Do stage, Economy Hall or the Blues Tent.

What I’ll eat: This is a Jazz Fest-long list. I doubt I eat all this on the first day (a boy can dream, though, can’t he?). Crawfish Bread (first thing to eat, every day … it lays a good base); Crawfish Monica; Cochon de Lait Po-Boy (at least two); Crawfish Sack, Oyster Patties, Crawfish Beignets combo plate; Mango Freeze; Sno-Ball; Glazed Pecans.

Tip No. 1: Drink lots of water.


Music highlights: Wilco, Wilco, Wilco.

Did I mention Wilco? Pete Fountain, Rebirth Brass Band with guest Kermit Ruffins, Bruce Daigrepont Cajun Band, New Birth Brass Band.

Tip No. 2: Wear sunscreen.


Music highlights: Cowboy Mouth, Preservation Hall Jazz Band, New Orleans Klezmer All-Stars, Bonerama (all-trombone band, seriously … you should here them do Hendrix, seriously), Bobby Lounge. And Bon Jovi. They would not normally be on my itinerary, but the lovely Ms. Carla is actually indulging the Jazz Fest crowds and heat to see Jon’s flowing mane.

Tip No. 3: Wear a distinctive hat. I’m not talking about Kentucky Derby weird. I prefer bucket hats (ear and scalp, balding scalp, protection). I’ve got a red tie-dye job from the KIGC and a funky ’70s print job I prefer. It helps your friends find you.

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  1. 2009 March 24
    Holly Wright permalink

    Okay, first blog post that’s ever made me wish I lived closer to the sticky heat of the delta. Congrats. I always forget that it’s fun down there as soon as I’ve escaped the mosquitoes.

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