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Tuna Melt #32 Post Practice Interview 1

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A-Bear #88 Post Practice Interview 1

Rev. #69 Post Practice Interview 1

Smooth Merge Post Practice Interview 1


Rev. #69 Post Practice Interview 2

Johnny Oktober Post Practice Interview 2

Tuna Melt Post Practice Interview 2


Smooth Merge & Tuna Melt Post Practice Interview 1

I am assuming after Montgomery Ward’s “Rudolph” and Jack Rollins and Steve Nelson’s “Frosty” earned mad cash for their creators, this fella Lou Monte figured the next logical step would be to get in on the action with “Dominic the Donkey.” I guess for every Soundgarden and Nirvana you get a Candlebox. For every Star Wars and Star Trek you get a “Battle Beyond the Stars“… a rip-off that’s just a little late and a little less good.

Edit: Had to add this shaky Raleigh footage of the same fresh faced kid, a little less hair, a little more weight, a decade and change later, doing that Letterman song at one of those “City” concerts and the crowd is still loving it and he’s still feeling it damnit. Oh, Rock! You have given so much to us.

Yes, I could have spent this morning writing another Rising Tide Recap in the style of Hunter S. Thompson. Or I could have honored this solemn occasion with another commentary on the state of New Orleans after the Federal Flood.

But the Muse came around and said I needed to do an image of Michelle Bachman with Drew Brees eyes. And since she is my master…

As a response to this blogger’s unfortunate and hurried reference to a Mardi Gras Indian as “Feather’s Magoo” in this blog post…

Altercation at Cafe du Monde

I would like to frame up her ignorant disrespect of our fine culture by displaying the Wikipedia article on Mardi Gras Indians below but with her name for them inserted…


Feathers Magoos are African-American Carnival revelers in New Orleans, Louisiana, who dress up for Mardi Gras in suits influenced by Native American ceremonial apparel.

Collectively, their organizations are called “tribes”. Many of the tribes also parade on the Sunday nearest to Saint Joseph’s Day on March 19 (“Super Sunday”) and sometimes at the annual New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival.

There are about 38 tribes. They range in size from a half dozen to several dozen members. The tribes are largely independent, but a pair of umbrella organizations loosely coordinate the Uptown Magoos and the Downtown Magoos.

Feathers Magoos have been parading in New Orleans at least since the mid-19th century, possibly before. The tradition was said to have originated from an affinity between Africans and Indians as minorities within the dominant culture, and blacks’ circumventing some of the worst racial segregation laws by representing themselves as Indians. There is also the story that the tradition began as an African American tribute to American Indians who helped runaway slaves. These slaves married into the tribes on occasion. An appearance in town of Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show in the 1880s was said to have drawn considerable attention and increased the interest in masking as Indians for Mardi Gras.

When Caribbean communities started to spring up in New Orleans, their culture was incorporated into the suits, dances and music made by the “Indians”.

In the late 19th century and early years of the 20th century, the tribes had a reputation for violent fights with each other. This part of Feathers Magoo history is immortalized in James Sugar Boy Crawford’s song, “Jock O Mo” (better known and often covered as “Iko Iko”), based on their taunting chants.

As the 20th century progressed, physical confrontation gave way to assertions of status by having better suits, songs, and dances. Generations ago when Feathers Magoos came through neighborhoods, people used to run away; now people run toward them for the colorful spectacle.

A tradition of male-only tribes ended in the late 20th-century as women began appearing in costume as well.

Generally each “Magoo” makes his own suit, assisted by family and friends to sew elaborate bead and feather work—a chief’s suit can weigh up to 150 pounds (68 kg) and cost up to U.S. $5,000—and traditionally a new suit is required each year. Beads and materials were once reused from one year’s suit on the next.

On St. Joseph’s night the Magoos would come out and parade their suits one last time before taking them apart and burning anything they didn’t reuse. In recent years, however, there has been a market for selling suits after they are worn for display by museums and private collectors.

The Feathers Magoos play various traditional roles. These include the “chief”, the “spy boy” who goes out in front of the group, the “flag boy” who bears the tribe’s standard and uses it to communicate between the chief and the spy boy, and the “medicine man”.

Long-time Feathers Magoo “Chief of Chiefs” Tootie Montana on Magoo hierarchy:
“You’ve got first chief, which is Big Chief; First Queen; you’ve got Second Chief and Second Queen; Third Chief and Third Queen. First, Second, and Third chiefs are supposed to have a queen with them. That’s just tradition. I found them doing that. Your fourth chief is not called fourth chief, he’s the Trail Chief. From there on it’s just Magoos, no title. You also have your Spy Boy, your Flag Boy and your Wild Man. Your Spy Boy is way out front, three blocks in front the chief. The Flag Boy is one block in front so he can see the Spy Boy up ahead and he can wave his flag to let the chief know what is going on. Today, they don’t do like they used to. Today you’re not going to see any Spy Boy with a pair of binoculars around his neck and a small crown so he can run. Today a Spy Boy looks like a chief and somebody carrying a big old stick. It’s been years since I seen a proper flag. Today everybody has a chief stick. The Wild Man wearing the horns in there to keep the crowd open and to keep it clear. He’s between the Flag Boy and the Chief.”

Tribes of the Feathers Magoo Nation
7th Ward Hard Headers
7th Ward Hunters
9th Ward Hunters
Black Cherokee
Black Eagles
Black Hawk Hunters
Black Feathers
Black Seminoles
Blackfoot Hunters
Burning Spears
Carrollton Hunters
Cheyenne Hunters
Comanche Hunters
Congo Nation
Creole Osceola
Creole Wild West
Flaming Arrows
Geronimo Hunters
Golden Arrows
Golden Blades
Golden Comanche
Golden Eagles
Golden Star Hunters
Guardians of Flames
Hard Head Hunters
Mohawk Hunters
Morning Star Hunters
Red Hawk Hunters
Red White and Blue
Seminole Hunters
Seminole (Feathers Magoo Tribe)
White Cloud Hunters
White Eagles
Wild Apache
Wild Bogacheeta
Wild Tchoupitoulas
Wild Magnolias
Wild Mohicans
Yellow Pocahontas
Young Navaho
Young Brave Hunters
Young Monogram Hunters
Young Cheyenne

In popular culture
The HBO series Treme features one tribe of Feathers Magoos in one of the major plot lines weaving through the series, featuring preparations, the parades as well as strained relationships with the police department.
The song “Iko Iko” mentions two Feathers Magoo tribes.

2 parts Wild Turkey
1 part sweet vermouth
Splash of bitters
1 half squeezed Plaquemines Parish satsuma

Anyone who has reveled with me at Mardi Gras knows I have this weird affection for New Orleans folk figures. Two years ago, I dressed as “The Axe Man of New Orleans” and last year as Hugging Molly, both folk figures from the fantastic book Gumbo YaYa.

The Axeman was certainly more infamous and based in reality than Hugging Molly. But it seems as though Molly might have been reincarnated…

The infamous “Georgetown Cuddler” may be back at it again.

This weekend a young woman woke up to find a man next to her. She screamed and the suspect got away. It all sounds similar to a string of attacks in the past year linked to a one man dubbed the “Cuddler.”

The attack happened around 6:30 Sunday morning in the 1200 block of 33rd Street NW.

Police haven’t determined yet if this is another case of the “Georgetown Cuddler” but students here have no doubts and believe the “Cuddler” has struck again. In the neighborhoods of Georgetown, rarely touched by crime, the “Cuddler” is the one criminal that continues to elude police.
He walks into homes, often lays with his female victims, sometimes fondling them and then runs away.

Georgetown Cuddler Strikes Again?

Granted Molly was a hugger, not a cuddler and certainly not a fondler. And he did strike in the open rather than breaking and entering. But this is a modern era so he may have stepped up his game.

Beware the spirit of Molly.

How Do These Shirts Look?

I have two questions:

Is it a joke?


Is that Arnie Fielkow?


peeled Crawfish from recent berl
sausage, garlic, onions, potato, corn on the cob
grated cheddar cheese
large flour tortillas


- Place crawfish, onions, potatoes, garlic and corn (cut from cob with kitchen knife) in bowl and microwave for 60 seconds.

- Remove from microwave and sprinkle with grated cheese.

- Place back in microwave for 60 seconds or until cheese is melted.

- Heat tortillas on stove top burner until warm and slightly brown in certain spots.

- Place contents of bowl in tortillas, roll and serve.

Tomorrow’s forecast…

Rain to hold off for one more day

So go outside and see how hard it is to hold a candle.

With visuals by Google Street View!

My friend fell down the stairs and was promptly 86d here.

I take all my out-of-town visitors here and they leave shaken.

I caught a bad case of the hives when I stayed here…

I had a stranger squeeze my crotch here…

Romy was hit by a car here…

We almost bought this house before the storm but decided it was too jacked up to be worth it. Serious foundation problems.

I used to freeze my tits off in ’97 waiting for the streetcar here…

I was thrown out of this club for having heterosexual relations (ok, making out with a girl) in the stairwell…

This event occurred here…

I fell on my roller skates and sprain my wrist here…

When I was a Hospitality Ranger, we couldn’t leave the CBD so Mamadou and I spent a lot of time helping people here…

At that same job I always had fellas come up to me and ask me directions to this establishment…

I found my dog Doris here…

For me, this is the scariest part about driving over the Huey P.

I asked Romy to marry me here…