a keyboard kind of day

 

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Emily Gimble and her band at the Armadillo  Christmas Bazaar.

We started off our day by catching a cab at 10 AM and heading down the hill to the Palmer Event Center for the annual Christmas bazaar.

This is no ordinary Christmas bazaar.  Because it’s in Austin, there’s a stage.  And three musical shows at 11, 3 and 7.  Two sets each, with 30 minutes in between.  For an $8.00, all day ticket.

Emily recently left “Asleep At the Wheel” and is now performing with her own band.  She does a lot of modernish bluesy stuff (I don’t know how else to describe it) and her voice is better than it has ever been.  She’s clearly in her element with this new style, but I admit to loving her old country blues stuff when she was playing with her grandfather, the legendary Johnny Gimble.

I miss hearing him.  I still keep his picture in my violin case.

 

While shopping gawking at the gorgeous things for sale at the bazaar–I kept reminding myself that I needed **nothing**–I discovered a booth of frames and wood art work made of out salvaged New Orleans buildings.  The artist was from New Orleans and was familiar with the street where my grandparents–and great grandparents–lived.  It was a nice conversation.  I would go back later with Banjo Man and buy a frame for our New Orleans-themed bathroom.

After  Emily’s show, we walked across the street to have lunch at Will’s place of employment, Terry Black’s BBQ.  We toured the pit, discussed the wood situation, watched Will cart off brisket, and saw 100 pounds of sausage being placed inside a  huge smoker.  Will treated us to a lunch filled with brisket, ribs, sausage, potato salad, beans, macaroni & cheese and banana pudding.

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Banjo Man wore his “Theatre by the Sea” sweatshirt, which caught the eye of a man seated at the end of our table.  Turns out he was from Rhode Island and had moved to Austin 2 years ago.  He knew there could only be one Theatre by the Sea, he said when he introduced himself.

Then we headed back to the condo–Will and I had naps while Banjo Man studied the stock market–and I made dinner.  Or tried to.  The slab of salmon refused to cook, so we grabbed some cheese and crackers for dinner and returned to the Bazaar to hear boogie-woogie Cajun pianist Marcia Ball’s 7 PM show.

Will dropped us off and returned to the condo to get some work done in peace and quiet.  The old folks would be happily settled in front of the stage for about 3 hours.

Wrong, Story Man.

This is what we saw at 6:40 PM.

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My text to Will:  Five keyboards on stage.  Johnny here with Marcia.  Who else playing!?

We’d stumbled upon “Piano Rama”, with Marcia Ball, Johnny Nicholas, Floyd Domino, Red Young and Nick Connolly.

OMG.

Will joined us within ten minutes.  He had a big grin on his face and admitted he couldn’t resist.  He’d taken the salmon out of the oven and tossed it into the fridge for tomorrow’s lunches.

 

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Floyd Domino and Marcia Ball, with a peek at Johnny Nicholas’s hat on the left.

 

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John Chipman on the drums, with Red Young and Nick Connolly.

How I wished Retired Mountain Lady was with us! 

We found seats for the second set, thank goodness.  The older I get the more painful an hour of standing becomes.  We usually manage to arrive early to various shows so we can snag a seat, but the place was packed.

It was an amazing show of boogie-woogie, Cajun and jazz performances.  They took turns doing solos on every song, so the differences in styles was obvious and exciting.   I think my favorite was the “Silent Night Boogie”.  I’ve never heard that song played like that, in five different ways with a boogie beat.

Here’s a link to one of Red Young’s bands:

http://www.ticketfly.com/event/1385681-red-young-his-hot-horns-austin/

He also plays with a jazz saxophonist on  Tuesday nights, 10:30 PM, at the Continental Club Gallery.  Banjo Man is determined to stay up late and catch that show next week.

Here’s info on 2-time Grammy winner Floyd Domino:

http://floyddomino.com/

Today the Funny Grandson is coming down here to the condo with his ever-patient father.  It’s “Cowboy Boots” day here in Grandma Land.  Because the FG announced he’d “waited his whole life for cowboy boots”, that is what he is getting for Christmas from his Rhode Island grandparents.

It’s going to be a big day at Boot City.

And yes, there is music tonight.  Bill Kirchen is playing the happy hour at the Saxon Pub at 6 PM.  Banjo Man plans on landing a front row seat.

We can rest after our vacation, right?

 

 

 

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big chill, Austin-style

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Enjoying root beer floats at the Magnolia Cafe Saturday afternoon before the temperature plummeted from 75 to 23 degrees.

After loading up with sugar the two of us did a little Christmas shopping–he helped me find a special gift for his mom–and walked down the street to pick up pizzas for dinner, which made his dad very happy.

We’re heading to the  Strange Brew coffeehouse in an hour for the traditional 11-1 music with local musicians who call themselves The Purgatory Players.  All tips go to the designated charity of the day, usually the local food bank. You never know who is going to be on the stage and it’s fun and informal.

There is always a dobro, thanks to Jeff Plankenhorn, player extraordinaire.

I brought my winter coat, scarf and gloves, so I am ready to brave this uncommon weather and hear some tunes.

Stay warm, wherever you are, my friends.

 

 

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sound stage

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Here is the altar of the Saint Louis Cathedral set up for the evening’s concert, which would be local artist and musician Tony Green and his Gypsy Jazz group.

It was a wonderful show.  We lined up early and snagged seats in the fourth row.

An hour and a half later we stopped for gumbo and sandwiches at the Bourbon Orleans bar and waited for the night’s jazz band to arrive.

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In the foreground is the large tip “jar”.  And beyond is a glimpse of Bourbon Street.

But there are similarities in the pics that made me laugh after I loaded them on to the computer.

Music in New Orleans is everywhere.

 

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at the bottom of the escalator

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Here’s what we saw at the airport in Austin!

The Funny Grandson had a big smile on his face as he held this sign.  It was a big surprise!!!

Hugs all around!

What a great way to start the holidays.

 I couldn’t resist taking pictures of our breakfast.

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Shrimp omelet with grits.

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“Pain Perdu”, aka French Toast, thin and crispy.

 

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There was nothing left.

 

We spent our last morning in New Orleans having breakfast at The Old Coffeepot and then taking a walk to the Mississippi River.

It’s just over a little hill and was sparkling in the first sunshine we’d seen in the Big Easy.  Chilly and bright, the morning was perfect for a little stroll.

I’m trying to download pictures and will add them asap.  Banjo Man had the camera and delighted in taking all sorts of pictures as we took our last, long walk through parts of the Quarter.

The New Orleans airport smells like gumbo.  We ate lunch at Zatarain’s, near our gate, serenaded by a talented guy on a keyboard.

The music never stops.

An hour and a half later we were in Austin and lo and behold!  Live music on the airport stage.  I think the band was “Hot Nuts Riveters”, but I’m not sure.  I’m going to look them up and see if they have a cd, because they were playing a lively tune that made me want to dance right there by gate 12.

And then at the bottom of the escalator was the main reason we were in Austin.

I was being hugged so much I didn’t get a picture of him, so here’s an older one.

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look out, Banjo Man!

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Oh my goodness, there’s another one!  And yes, that’s a tenor banjo, just like Banjo Man’s.

How excited my B-Man was at Fritzel’s tonight!  He was actually bouncing on the bar stool.

This was our fourth traditional jazz band of the day.  So happy!

We walked for miles, all day long.  So tired!

I just asked Banjo Man to amputate my feet, but he is studying the liner notes of the CD he just bought and is paying no attention.

We ate our dinner (gumbo) in the hotel bar tonight so we wouldn’t miss hearing the band.  There was a tuba.

We listened to “gypsy jazz” at the Cathedral tonight.  Fabulous.  The best show yet.

We went to Cafe du Monde twice.

I bought a new jar of file powder.

And a new gumbo cookbook.

I resisted pricey tablecloths from France and $30 roux spoons.

Hurray for impromptu mini vacations!!!

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the perfect rainy morning

I walked down to Cafe du Monde this morning.  Banjo Man was busy working and I couldn’t wait for him.

I nailed a table right in front of the sidewalk band.  The air was misty, the streets wet, but the rain had stopped.  Long live the music!

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And then there was breakfast…

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Oh, my goodness.  I have postponed my diet for three days.

Obviously.

Gumbo and fried shrimp have called my name.  Last night a crab cake begged to be on my plate.  There was even—gasp—a vanilla bean creme brulee.

And tequila.

Today I put 10,000 steps on my Fit Bit before 2 pm.  Walking in the Quarter is not at all relaxing right now.  Much of it is a construction zone, with streets being torn up, equipment everywhere, man hole covers exposed, trenches, mud, Jack hammers, etc.  Banjo Man thinks they are putting in a new drainage system.  Whatever is happening sure turns walking around into a bit of an obstacle course…and is very noisy.

But I managed to find a few Christmas presents for the Funny Grandson.  Because nothing can stop a grandmother on a sugar high.

Pass me another beignet, please.

 

 

 

 

 

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the World War II Museum

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We spent six hours at the museum today.  It was incredible and educational and emotional and stunning.

I’m wrung out.  But I have a lot of pictures to share when I have access to my computer next weekend.

We were back from our day at the museum in time to have a drink at the hotel bar and then to get two of the last seats in the Cathedral for Irma Thomas’s concert.

Banjo Man has gone to Fritzels for some jazz and I am in bed.  It is 9:00.  I think all that turmeric the man consumes gives him superhuman energy.

He really is amazing.  Except he can’t figure out how to operate elevator buttons, but that’s a story for another time.

I’ll leave you with this quote.

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banjo man and the big easy

We left home Sunday night and spent the night at a Hampton Inn next to the airport because we would be boarding our plane at 5 AM.

This is what we saw at 3:45.

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There were quite a few of us waiting for the counters to open.

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Lots of decorations!

And here’s the view from the plane.  The snow was a surprise.

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We were in New Orleans before ten o’clock.

Our first meal was seafood gumbo at The Old Coffeepot.  Banjo Man ate a loaf of French bread.  We shared a shrimp po’ boy.

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Then I staggered back to our hotel for a nap.

My husband, on the other hand, headed for a drink at Lafitte’s (this was on his vacation wish list).

Then he strolled the French Market for lemons and other snacks.

I don’t know how he had the energy.

We were off to the St Louis cathedral at 5:30 for a 6:00 concert, then on to the Gumbo Shop for a Reveillon dinner.

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Chicken andouille sausage gumbo.

We were to go on to a jazz club for the 8:00 show and Banjo Man expected to make a night of it.

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But during the fourth course of his dinner, which had included a sampler of red beans and rice, shrimp jambalaya and crawfish etouffe, Banjo Man admitted he was ready to call it a day.

He finished his bread pudding and my praline sundae first.

Tomorrow he has promised to pace himself.  We will stroll and shop and eat smaller amounts of food and we will hunt for jazz.

I think that sounds like a pretty good Tuesday.

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someone else’s gumbo

I have just put my gumbo recipe in my suitcase, because–as tradition dictates–I will be making gumbo for Christmas Eve.  The boys won’t want to wait until dinner and will most likely down a few bowls in the afternoon.

Which is fine with me.

I haven’t been to New Orleans since 2007, which means I’ve been eating my own gumbo for 9 years.

So if  you ask me what I’m most looking forward to next week, my answer would be:  eating someone else’s gumbo!

Everyone makes it differently.  Chunks of sausage or finely ground.  Tomato base or fish stock.  Chicken and andouille?  Shrimp and file powder?  There’s a restaurant called “The Gumbo Shop” (I have their cookbook) which serves several different kinds all day long.

They have the best bread, too.   So that is where we will go first, once we’ve ditched our suitcases at the hotel.  Two blocks down the street, take a left and then…heaven.

No cooking next week for More Pie!!!

 

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from gumboshop.com

 

 

 

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oh happy day

Today I am 65.  I find that so exciting, due to now qualifying for Medicare.

I cannot tell you how happy that makes me, which also makes me an old lady, because only old people are excited about getting Medicare.

It’s how we roll.

If you are under 65, feel free to roll your eyes.  If  you are over 65, you know what I’m talking about.

Life is good.

Here’s where we’re going for dinner tonight.  This is a copy of an old menu.

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Originally a speakeasy, it was recently restored.  I remember my grandparents taking us here once every summer for fish ‘n chips.  The highlight of the dinner was a choice of parfait for dessert.

I have loved parfaits ever since.

Banjo Man and I are getting ready to take off to New Orleans.  He begged to go down there before we went to Texas, so I was able to rearrange our flights and take advantage of the holiday specials in the French Quarter.  “Papa Noel” time in the French Quarter means special room rates and incredible savings on Reveillon dinners.  We used to take a little mid-December trip to “N’awlins” before Katrina.  And we went once the year after Katrina.  But not since.

We are very excited.

If you’d like to know more about December in the French Quarter, here’s the link:

https://holiday.neworleansonline.com/

I think we’re going to eat our way around the city.  And I’m hoping some time in the World War II museum, if I can tear Banjo Man away the restaurants.  Our hotel is right across the street from Banjo Man’s favorite jazz bar, Fritzel’s, which is convenient.  And we have tickets for Preservation Hall.

Let the good times roll!

 

 

 

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