Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Les Bon Temps Roulez!

Color  film footage from Mardi Gras in 1941, less than ten months before the United States entry into World War II:




Mardi Gras Indians, in their fantastical handmade costumes, parade Uptown:




Two chiefs face off in an elaborately choreographed confrontation:



Foxessa knows more about the Indians and their rituals than anyone I know. I'm hoping that she'll grace this entry with a comment about them...

Happy Mardi Gras, Premium T.-style...

Today's parade schedule here...


R. I. P., Antoinette K-Doe...

R. I. P., Paul Skelton, Austin guitarist extraordinaire. I had the pleasure of conversing with Paul at length one lazy South Austin afternoon. Like most musicians, he had a day job; in his case, designing and making custom guitars. He told me that for a true guitarist, it was all in the hands, and that the best didn't need anything better than a $35-dollar mass produced model. Here he is playing with Jessie Lee Miller:

11 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Got some great stuff here today! Great videos! Thanks!

John Hayes said...

Ditto Sylvia-- all these videos were a real treat. & in the fwiw dept: Paul Skelton is pretty much right-on with what he told you about guitars & guitarists. It burns me to see some of the guitar/uke/banjo bulletin boards that tell novices they have to have brand x or else it's just not worth playing. Balderdash.

Hope you & T are having a good Mardi Gras.

Roy said...

My goodness! My feet are still moving from the Mardi Gras Indians videos!

Great line-up today, K!

Ima Wizer said...

It seems as though I find out more Austin news from you than anywhere else. Did not know Paul Skelton had passed....so sad. He looked so much older than his 55 years....smoking does that.
He and Danny Roy must be playing a fancy gig this week! They are both missed, greatly.

mouse (aka kimy) said...

as has been said before great stuff here!!! and nice to extend the merriment into lean lent.....

K. said...

Ima, the afternoon I spent chatting with Paul left me feeling like he was a musician's musician: A talented, modest guy who could talk about music endlessly without getting bored and without boring his listener.

I had come into Texicalli Grille late in the afternoon; the only people there were Danny and Paul. Danny waved me over to their table and introduced me. Before I knew it, he went to check on something in the kitchen, leaving the two of us in conversation. Paul and I talked as if it were another installment in a long-running conversation that had begun years ago. As much as anything else, it's a great memory of Danny and the kind of place he ran, too. (BTW, when Danny referred to his restaurant in conversation with anyone who had ever worked for him, it was as "The Place.")

Occupied Funk... said...

Thanks for the cultural highlight

Daniel Hoffmann-Gill said...

K:

Stop by to say thanks for your intelligent and much needed contributions in retailiation to the trolling of FJ et al.

I myself have decided to join them in the trolling so forgiveme formy off colour remarks at Ren's, I have decided to fight fire with fire, as coherent argument is frankly wasted.

Take care.

K. said...

Thanks for the encouraging words. I've concluded that rational argument really gets under their skin, so I have good clean fun with it. Surely PT was pulling my leg with the stuff about knowing the meaning of life. He did get me to bite a little...

Ima Wizer said...

ahhhhhhhh, thanks for that ditty, K. Remembering Texacalli is sweet. Most interesting teensy restaurant I've ever seen. I just wish we had it back, if only for a day....but WITH Danny Roy!

Daniel Hoffmann-Gill said...

I think the whole trolling thing over at Ren's is a lose lose, if we ignore the trolls there words go unchallenged, if we bite then thread rot goes on forever.

It's a shame.