Either you are a Mardi Gras person or a JazzFest person. I like them both, but as I have gotten older I tend to favor the JazzFest. I think this is mainly because I don't have a place next to the parade route like I used to when I lived on Prytania and Pleasant.
Anyway, for 14 years, Kermit the Frog, perched atop an 18 foot extension wind-sock pole, has been accompanying me to JazzFest so that friends and acquaintances can find me. I have even begun a myspace page (http://myspace.com/jazzfestkermit) so that when I catch people taking a picture I can have them upload it. The kids and adults love him.
This year, however, something seemed different. It seemed like it was the Disney JazzFest or something. I can't put my finger on it exactly, but most of the folks appeared to be from Shaker Heights, OH or Indiana or Georgia. Nothing is particularly wrong with that, but they also seemed stunned that you could dance and have fun and enjoy life by letting loose.
Best of the day - Big Sam's Funky Nation, Burning Spear, Terance Simian and crawfish enchiladas and Andouille Gumbo
Worst of the day - Anders Osborne (was he strung out?) and the size of the crawfish bread (there's only one size!)
Look for Kermit!
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