Greetings friends of The Pizza Bats!
In February of 2015, Sydney visited me in Denton on her way to Mardi Gras in New Orleans; she was going to meet up with our old friend Clark to explore, party, and busk in the French Quarter. We sat across the table from each other at Thai Ocha discussing the prospect of my going with her, and, after some gentle persuasion, I decided to tag along.
I packed a suitcase, grabbed my sax, called a cat-sitter, and we headed for Louisiana. We spent the journey listening to classic jazz albums (notably, Nancy Wilson/Cannonball Adderley) and reading aloud to each other from Eckhart Tolle’s A New Earth.
Upon arriving in NOLA, we met up with Clark and his friend Rose at the Amtrak station--the two having train-hopped from Oregon--got a beer, and secured shelter (an historic squat house called The Termite and Vine which was inhabited by creative punks, loving pups, and also a couple whose seeming life’s purpose was to watch every VHS tape in the house’s collection).
The trip was incredible. We played tons of music (Clark made a sign dubbing us “Big Red and Her Juicy Fruits”), made enough cash to cover booze, ate catfish poboys to no end, had some psychedelic experiences, marched in an unofficial parade, and met a bunch of excellent folks. I knew after I got back to Denton that Sydney and I had something very special, both musically and romantically, and that we ought to explore it to its full potential.
Love you lots,