Do I Make You HORNY, Baby?

"New Orleans music,

gonna rock all day, 

roll all night..."

- Rebirth Brass Band, "New Orleans Music" (2001)

Went to a killer show tonight at the Tractor Tavern in Ballard. 

Saw The Rebirth Brass Band from New Orleans.

Killer HORNS: 3 trumpets, 2 trombones, tuba, sax, 

snare drum, bass drum...

A. MAZE. ING.

Second time I've seen these guys, and they sure bring it.

They really whip up a tasty musical gumbo of 

jazzy/funky/bluesy/second line/dixieland swing.

If you get a chance to see them, do NOT miss out. 

This music is good for your soul. Dancing: mandatory.

Here's a brief snippet from tonight's show...

They are playing tomorrow (now tonight - the 8th) in Portland, OR.

Jan. 9th and 10th in San Francisco, and the 11th in Los Angeles.

So Brett, Carey, Paul, and Sharon... there you have it. Get yours.

KJT - Seattle (2009)

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Funk Soul Brother

"Don't you ever, be sad

Lean on me, when times are bad

When the day comes, and you are down

In a river of trouble, about to drown

Hold on, I'm coming"

- Sam & Dave, "Hold On, I'm Coming." Written by Isaac Hayes & David Porter (1966)

Just wanted to drop my two cents into the kitty... 

We lost a great one the other day. Funk-soul legend Isaac Hayes, 

20 August 1942 — 10 August 2008. Probably best known for his Grammy & Oscar-winning "Theme from Shaft," he also co-wrote two of my favorite songs of all time "Hold On, I'm Coming" and "Soul Man," both recorded by Stax soul group Sam & Dave. He had a great run as "Chef" on South Park, and starred in one of my favorite childhood movies "Escape From New York." His influence stretches across the musical galaxy. He WILL be missed.

KJT - Seattle (2008) Image courtesy of the AP

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The Big Easy

"There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God, I know I'm one..."

- The Animals, "House of the Rising Sun" (1964)

It was late. We were all quite "in our cups" as I liked to say. We had made the introduction of the Mint Julep, the Ramos Gin Fizz, a Hurricane, and numerous beers. We'd been imbibing since dinner 

(red beans & rice/crawfish po' boys) - and it was now well past midnight. We had roamed from one bar to the next inside the French Quarter. Our only criteria: live music. And we'd found a smorgasbord. All evening we'd been treated to the best the Crescent City had to offer: a rich musical gumbo of funk, jazz, blues, cajun, and second line sounds all liberally seasoned with as much trumpet, sax, tuba, trombone, and stride piano as we could stomach. Now, as we stumbled along Decatur street some distance from Jackson Square, we could smell the Mississippi just over the levee. We were making a roundabout way back to our hotel as a vague light in the eastern sky was slowly erasing the dark. Suddenly P stopped short. "Wait," he hissed. "Listen." In the distance we could just make out the high, thin wail of a lone brass instrument. "BONE!" P cried. "I hear trombone!" He had a huge, Cheshire grin and a wild, manic light in his eyes. He raised his finger and pointed. "This way..." He turned north and began to follow the music, being led by the pied piper once again. We looked at each other, shrugged and then followed willingly, realizing that this night would not end with the dawn...

KJT - New Orleans, Louisiana (2003)

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