Day Thirty One – Day Three Jazz Fest
Blues Idiom – Jelly, Jelly Roll is a dessert made of sponge cake that has been spread with jam (or jam and cream) and rolled up into a log. Jelly Roll is also one of many evocotive culinary euphanisms for female genitalia heard in the blues. Men sing about wanting to taste a good jelly roll, while Bessie Smith bragged ‘ Nobody in town can bake a sweet jelly roll like mine.’

We made Iggy’s just as the shuttle was about to leave. I must correct the last few blogs in that Mark is really named Mike. Anyway Mike was telling his stories on the drive over. He used to live on the Point (Algiers) and lived in an old Insane Asylum that had been converted to apartments. He also worked at a bar known localy as the ‘murder room.’ He said that before you could enter the bar you had to prove that you has a current will!
This mornings breakfast at Jazz Fest for me was duck and shrimp pasta. May have to send home for an emergency delivery of gout tablets. As we were walking to the entry gates Kate got stopped and was asked if she could have her tattoos photographed. She was happy to do so but forgot to ask for the mandotory $1 for a photo.

The Iggy’s crew are setting up shop at the Gentilly stage today for the headlining last act of Lady Ga Ga and Tony Bennett. We found them just in time to settle in for Jon Cleary and the Abosolute Monster Gentleman. We were offered everything from cocunut shots, beer and a crownie. Kate said she didn’t drink crownies as she did not like beer. Well here, we learned that  a crownie is a shot of whisky from a small bottle. Oh and that funny weed smell is around again.

I liked  the Jon Cleary quote that he attributed to Bonnie Raitt. She said to him after Hurricane Katrina. ‘New Orleans music is the greatest gift America gave the world.’

Next off we went back to Acura for Cowboy Mouth. 90’s punk rock and I dig the band.

We caught a couple of songs from Angelique Kidjo on the Congo Square stage. Wendy likes her African driven tunes but we were disappointed as she was talking and dancing with the crowd more than singing.

The girls want to go back to Gentilly for Allen Toussaint and I want to hear to the small Langiappe stage to catch the Deslondes. Then the girls are off to see Pitbull and me to see Delbert McClinton. We will meet after those performances in front of the Gospel Tent to make our way home.
I got myself a beer and found a seat under cover for the Deslondes. I saw the band last year and was taken by them. They sort of channel the ghost of Woody Guthrie. Brian Wise wandered in and I had a spare seat next to me. Brian is going to interview the band member Sam Dorres after their set. I said to Brian that Iwould love to see them tour Australia. He told me that they may well be doing that shortly. Hope so and if they do you readers must see them perform. I was hoping their much anticpated new C.D. would be available but las no. Idid howver buy my first 45 single since the closure of Brash’s in Melbourne.

One of my must sees I had marked down was Delbert McClinton in the Blues Tent. I also caught up with Gary, a real nice guy from Maine that I have seen every year here in the Blues tent. I was glad I got to see Delbert and can cross that artist off my wish list.

We walked around to the shuttle pick-up and went back to Iggy’s for a beer. I am now the proud owner of an Iggy’s bar tshirt.

Rob Rowe