So, just for fun, let’s work backwards in this post. We are in
New Orleans and have spent the last two days on our “Roots of Jug Band” pilgrimage
visiting Tulane University Library’s Jazz Music Archives and the “Crescent City’s”
French Quarter. At Tulane we looked into the “spasm bands” of the 1920s, which
were popular before the emergence of jug bands. These were bands, mostly young
kids, playing homemade instruments like tin pots, cigar box ukes, and earthen
jugs.
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Spasm band of long ago |
In the French Quarter we listened to the music, and the
hustle and jive of street performers. There were brassy loud parades, older
jazz standard musicians and scrappy young musicians with thrown-together bands
all playing in the middle of partially blocked off streets, moving aside to let
an occasional car go by, not ever stopping their tunes. We were on Bourbon
Street on Saturday evening, where live music and stale alcohol air pours out of
every bar. Honest to god, there were 1000’s of drunk and still-drinking people roaming
and wandering the street, or in the balconies above (there is no open container
law). We stopped long enough to hear a few songs from the cajun bands then,
steering clear of the drunks and speeding cars, we returned to the safety and sanctity of the caravan.
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Wedding "second line" on Royal Street |
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Street vendor of hot dogs in New Orleans |
Before NOLA, we were in Lumberton MS, in another sort of
world. We were at a "
Society for Creative Anachronism" event called the Gulf Wars
(That has been the name for over 20 years, long before the Mideast one.) The
SCA is the group that does medieval battle reenactments. We watched one “battle”
where two hundred metal-armored soldiers bopped and poked each other with
blunted lances and padded swords for over an hour in humid 80-degree weather.
They love it so much that they don’t mind the all-over sweat-soaked garb. As
well as fighting in period costumes they offer workshops on “period” crafts.
Donna took a class where she baked bread in a wood fired oven and Peter took a
class where he learned to make the tools to mint his own coins.
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loitering at the war |
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Peter's die, punches and coins |
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Donna's instructor at the earthen oven |
Before visiting the SCA event we were in Memphis, still
another world, with Stax records and its extended run-down neighborhoods of turn-of-the-century
homes. There we continued our Jug Band pilgrimage, visiting Beale Street with
its lights and music joints. We stayed in the Cooper Young district in the
parking lot of Tsunami Restaurant and gave a talk next door at Burke’s Book
Shop, an independent shop celebrating its 140 th birthday. If you are ever in Memphis visit them both!
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Peter on Beale Street
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Parking at Tsunami, best asian restaurant in Memphis |
Oh yes, on the tiny home front… We can’t forget this... We
saw another vardo at the Gulf Wars. Vardo is the word that some Romany (Gypsy)
people use to describe their wagons. This was a ledge style wagon and was just
completed two weeks ago, so was on its maiden voyage.