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john paul jones
[opening for king crimson]
01.11.14
the warfield
san francisco, california

REMEMBER THIS:
old bass players never die (they just go solo)

The "co-headliner" made its new songs sound old and recyled; Mr. Jones made his old songs sound new and cool. Of course, being a professional, he had to include a few new originals from a forthcoming album, which were not as memorable. But it was worth it just to hear his version of Black Dog, which he did instrumentally on lead slide guitar (a surprisingly credible rendition with his two sidemen on Chapman Stick and drums). And bonus points for not attempting Stairway to Heaven. I wish I had been able to see his show with Diamanda Galas back in '94. . .

HIS NEW SITE

HIS OLD SITE

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katey red
[jazz and heritage festival]
01.04.29
race track fair grounds
new orleans, louisiana

REMEMBER THIS:
my god she looks good in green.

Festival organizers gave up the Congo Square Stage to local acts, including the impeccably-culotted and laconically-rhymed Katey Red and her butch posse of two guys who could penis pop. The crowd was huge and varied, from toddlers to grannies supplying all the choruses to the one or one and a half hits that katey red had playing in the hip hop underground: welcome to the dirty south. Welcome to bounce.

I was one of four or five white people who had left the ragin cajun crawdad suckin seriously complicated folding chaise lounge flag totin people as they circled the haj, and stumbled upon what music from new orleans was actually sounding like these days.

ABOUT 5,000 PEOPLE WERE WITH ME, WITH ANOTHER 100,000 MILLING AROUND THE CORNER EATING BEIGNETS.

A RATHER SHOCKING VIEW

AND SOMETHING TO PUT IT IN CONTEXT