I have to get up at the bullshit hour of 4 a.m. to reserve my place at St. Ann and Decatur on Jackson Square every Saturday. Which means for the most part my presence on Friday nights is pretty scarce. There is not a lot going on at that hour but some nights, As I make my way through Algiers, I see this mythic beast making its timely way up the river, spouting smoke and illuminating the night.
It crap that I have to be up that hour but it’s only one day a week and the gig is pretty sweet otherwise.