Listen to the music

Grabbed brunch Sunday at Cafe Amelie (grits with a lot of black pepper = tasty). Thought some artwork in a gallery on Royal St. near my hotel looked familiar, and as it turned out it was the gallery where Rick bought most of the art in his apt. Met the owners and one walked me to another of their galleries down the street.

Sunday was the last day of French Quarter Fest. Kinda like Jazz Fest, but more low-key: it's in the Quarter vs. at the fairgrounds; the musicians are local vs. national, and it's free.


Big Daddy “O”, a blues man who drank out of a flask during his set.


Chief Doucette, who was joined on stage by 2 Japanese musicians and a few girl back-up singers. He has a MySpace page. How bad-ass is that?

Had a cochon de lait po boy (pulled pork sandwich) from Jacques-Imo's food booth on Jackson Square for lunch. After drinking a hurricane and a having few beers during the day, it only seemed logical for me to have a Monsoon as a nightcap with my cheeseburger dinner at Snug Harbor.