The Eve

New Orleans is a good place to be.  #1 Son has played several gigs over the past two days and Husbandman, 20 Something and I have followed him around to Side Bar and Nola Cantina and Balcony Music Club.

The only snag in the trip so far is #1's disdain for holiday tunes, which he is forced to play for a few weeks each year. Between sets yesterday, he told us, "I'd rather everyone in the world have a bad Christmas than me have to play one more Christmas song."

 I've done nothing Christmas-y at all this year, so I was kind of excited to hear some Christmas songs.  I asked #1, "What about O Christmas Tree? Will you play that?"

"We will not," he answered, somewhat tersely.  

The good news is I got to hear a few holiday songs last night when #1 played with the Jazmarae band. I loved their jazzy Norwegian version of Silent Night.  They also played Last Christmas, a Wham classic. We received a true lagniappe when a trumpeter named Gene joined them on a rousing version of Santa Claus is Smoking the Weed.

 Today we will take a walk and see a movie.  20 Something and I will lead some caroling in the Marigny around midnight. I need to fit in a few more songs before this festive season moves on down the road. Requests encouraged.