My First Rock & Roll concert (age 13):
Heart, at the 1984 World’s Fair in New Orleans.
First time I got arrested for absolutely no reason:
11 years later, on Bourbon Street, the night before Phish played the State Palace.
First (& only) time I ever hurled from booze:
On Bourbon St the night after Phish played jazzFest (‘96) arm in arm with Superstar Brown while he yuked too.
First time I lived for a week under a bush in a major American city:
JazzFest ‘97, after my Valuables fell inadvertantly out of my pocket on Bourbon St.
First time I sat on the curb for a fascinating hour-long chat with the peculiarly grooved 2nd-story balcony across the street:
Somewhere in the Quarter. I plumb forget where — & most of what was said — but as I walked away that balcony gave me the best advice.
Listen. You Make stories. And tell them. That’s all…
Cheers to New Orleans!! Not a city, she, so much as one strange & long tale to tell.
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