From some random write up on nation-wide cheap eats:

—New Orleans: muffuletta, Central Grocery

An Italian-style classic from the French Quarter. A proper muffuletta is about the size of a fat Frisbee, big enough to satisfy a family of four with drippings and droppings left over for a couple of dogs. If you are on your own, buy a triangular wedge that looks more like a piece of pie than a sandwich. There are many variations, but a classic muffuletta starts with a thick round of soft, brown-crusted Italian bread. It’s sliced lengthwise and stuffed with Genoa salami and smoked ham in between layers of provolone cheese (and sometimes mortadella or other varieties). The key is the olive salad, often a mix of chopped celery ribs, parsley, giardiniera, garlic and green olives marinated in extra-virgin olive oil. It’s the mortar that holds together this brick of a meal. Add a little black pepper, slice into wedges, open mouth and insert. Muffulettas aren’t quite as common as po-boy sandwiches in New Orleans, but you can find them all over town. Still, in a bow to history, I go to Central Grocery. The French Quarter landmark is where the sandwich was supposedly invented in 1906. 923 Decatur St., 504-523-1620.

http://www.courant.com/features/hc-webcheapeats.artfeb15,0,1022393.story

 

A bad economy rains on some Mardi Gras parades

Outsiders probably see Carnival as “a little bit of insanity,” Mehn said. “You pay money to stand on a float and throw money on the streets.

 

Things That Are Awesome

defeatism:

1. Buying thousands of dollars worth of liquor with a lobbyist’s some awesome dude’s credit card at 10:30am.

2. Having the person behind the counter at the ABC store say “Oh, no surprise there” when I showed him my Louisiana drivers license to purchase the alcohol.

Off to Annapolis for the day/night.  MISS YOU GUYS ALREADY.

 

cure is now open

 

Tonight at the Saint.

Valentine’s Day AfterParty

 

New Orleans Airlift

> Hello from the New Orleans Airlift!
>
> For those who haven’t met us yet, we’re an organization devoted to expanding
> audiences for New Orleans artists by actively creating travel opportunities
> overseas and encouraging
> artists outside the city to visit and collaborate.  We’re currently
> planning a trip to the Berlin Lacht! festival this June and we’re asking for
> your help in the form of a silent art auction to be held this Wednesday the
> 18th of February.  It’s at the Antenna Gallery in the Bywater neighborhood,
> and will feature live music by Dark Dark Dark (NYC), Ratty Scurvics and My
> Graveyard Jaw.
>
> An after party featuring Japanther (from NYC) and DJ Rusty Lazer will be
> held at Cowpokes on St. Claude Ave. and all proceeds will be divided between
> the Airlift and New York Artist SWOON’s Swimming Cities of Serenissima
> project.  Artwork by a talented array of painters, sculptors, jewelry
> makers and more, from the virtually unknown to the internationally
> celebrated, will be offered.  Please check the press release provided
> below to find all relevant information and contacts.  And feel free to
> call with any immediate questions at 504 301 8983.  We’d appreciate it if
> you’d send this along to people who might be interested as well.
>
> Thanks for your time, hope to see you there!
> Jay Pennington and Delaney Martin
>
>  New Orleans Airlift!
>
www.neworleansairlift.org
>
> **************************************
>
> New Orleans Airlift (www.neworleansairlift.org) and the artist SWOON present
> The Airlift Auction Party, featuring a silent art auction and live music.
>
> Wednesday, February 18, 8:00 pm, one night only
> Antenna Gallery, 3161 Burgundy near Louisa, in the Bywater.
www.antennagallery.org
>
> Art
> opening and auction will feature, among many others, artists SWOON
> (NY), Bruce Davenport, Jr. (NOLA), Arielle Depinto (NY), Imminent
> Disaster (NY), Monica Canilao (SF), Bruce Webb (TX), Myrtle Von Damitz
> (NOLA), Alleyn Evans (NOLA), .  Prices will range from very affordable
> to collectible, and work in genres such as printmaking, painting,
> drawing, photography and jewelry making will be represented.
> Live
> music will include a special piano performance by Ratty Scurvics (NO),
> My Graveyard Jaw (NO), and Marshall and Nona of Dark Dark Dark (NYC),
> followed by an after party at Cowpokes (2240 St. Claude Ave) with JAPANTHER
> (NYC) and the Airlift’s own DJ Rusty Lazer hosting.
> New Orleans Airlift (neworleansairlift.org) is currently working to raise
> funds to send a large group of artists from New Orleans to Berlin, Germany
> this June.
> There they will team up with Berlin Lacht!, a producer of international
> street festivals, to curate a program of performances, puppetry, traditional
> street parades and more for their sixth annual Mariannenplatz Festival in
> the multi-cultural Kreuzberg neighborhood.
> The SWOON Studio (www.swimmingcities.org) is working to bring a large group
> of artists to the Adriatic Sea aboard a project called The Swimming Cities
> of Serenissima, a fleet of
> three intricately hand-crafted vessels made primarily from salvaged
> materials, that will navigate from Koper, Slovenia to Venice, Italy in May,
> 2009.  Designed by the visual artist SWOON, the boats are descendants of the
> flotillas Swimming Cities of Switchback Sea (Hudson River, 2008) and the
> Miss Rockaway Armada (Mississippi River, 2005 and 2006).
>
> FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
> Arts and Cultural Events
> CONTACT:
> JAY PENNINGTON, NEW ORLEANS AIRLIFT
> 504-301-8983
FOUNDNOTFOUND@YAHOO.COM
>
> For
> questions, to arrange an interview, or arrange for an in-studio
> performance by one of the event’s musicians, please contact Jay
> Pennington (see above).
>
>  New Orleans Airlift!
>
>
www.neworleansairlift.org

 

knowyourheroes:

With two films up for immediate release, Filmmaker Courtney Fathom Sell may be retired from filmmaking forever? 

The twenty-four year old lo-fi videographer responsible for such underrated films as ‘White Clover’, ‘My Dying Day’, and of course ‘Long Way Back To Paradise’ *Well, we won’t get into that*, has made many claims to close friends and family members of retiring from the field of filmmaking for good, for reasons which are best left unknown. Perhaps the king of lo-fi has become overwhelmed with new age technology, or perhaps he’s just sick of being pushed aside at every film festival or screening event he has been apart of – either way, we are hear to clarify these rumors and be the first to announce that they are FALSE! 

Yes the Filmmaker has recently expressed interest in taking a break from movies to indulge in some music making, but that certainly won’t be a replacement. Actually, Sell – who we recently had the chance to catch up with via phone conversation explained how excited he was about his upcoming project (something which he refused to give any details about, yet told us that it was to be his “deepest & heaviest” project to date) Such claims seem hard to top since the filmmaker’s 2007 award winning short documentary ‘My Dying Day’ dove pretty deep as he captured the last days of his Father, who was suffering from an aggressive form of cancer. ‘My Dying Day’ is set for official release through Emphasis Entertainment, the same group responsible for releasing the Filmmaker’s debut doc. ‘No Place Like Home’ last summer, in the spring of 2009 & the DVD is said to include a never-before-seen 45 minute short entitled ‘Heaven is My Last Resort’ which features many longer and in-depth conversations between the filmmaker and his Father. 

Along with the release of his short doc. – Sell’s anticipated new film entitled ‘You Can’t Hear Me’ which seems to be a mixture of music video vignettes accompanied by a live performance from indie-band Xiu Xiu, whom he previous directed a music video for, is due out later this month through MVD Entertainment. The film is somewhat of a mystery as not much has really been posted about it, but Sell, who apparently worked on the film for nearly eight months seems happy with the final cut and ready to release it upon the world. 

“I gave it everything I could – and now it’s time to let it go.” claims the filmmaker, who shot the project on his beloved hi-8 video camera, the same camera which he received as a christmas present over seven years ago, and has shot every single one of his projects on to date. In regards to such a decision, Sell explained to us:

“Actually, I’m afraid of the idea of working on a project without it. It has become somewhat of a comfort tool. I can’t imagine working without it. Though the quality is deteriorating im sure, and the tapes are slowly become out-dated and no longer sold in stores, I still think i’m happy with the outcome it gives me. I talk with all these other filmmaker’s about their projects and they all seem so caught up on what their shooting on, and I just have to back up and say to myself ‘Man, who the fuck cares? If i’m shooting a documentary – the most important piece in the project is the main subject in front of the camera, not the camera itself. As long as I can capture life and moments which I feel to be special and beautiful, i’m happy. Plus, i’m broke’. 

Sell, who has directed numerous intimate documentaries, most of which who he spent his time living with his main subjects, has moved on to music video directing – beginning with his controversial debut for Xiu Xiu’s single ‘Master of the Bump’ which aired on pitchforkmedia.com over July 4th weekend in 2008. The video actually featured a quick snippet, an ‘accident’ as he claims, of the filmmaker’s personal telephone number within the video. Once the video was released, Sell was busy fielding numerous text-messages and strange late-night phone calls from fans’ asking him to ‘Meet them by the rocks’ (For further explanation, see the video – however, be warned, it’s not anything to show Mom and Dad). Regarding the situation, Sell commented:

“You know, that was funny. And at first, very cute. But I’m so shy and private, and live in my own world. And that was in fact an accident – but it happened and it was interesting to see how it worked out. Some of the calls and texts were actually very funny and creative and it was a great feeling to know someone would take the time to pause their screen and dial me up, but after a while of receiving calls and texts at 6 in the morning while I was trying to sleep off a long night before – the whole thing got tiring. But still, it was amazing while it was good.”

Sell claims he plans on including his personal email within his next music video and promises to respond to everyone who takes the time to find it and write. 

“I love the whole interactive thing. I just hate phones. And hate phone conversations. I’ve never been good at them. Maybe I just hate my voice on the phone. Anyways – email seems like a reasonable way to go’.

So be on the look-out! 

Along with films, Sell has begun his musical side project which is currently titled ‘The Ugly Sterotypes’ and has begun recording the first demo which features various older songs which he once recorded when living in New York. The demo/album (He doesn’t like to considerate it either, simply ‘A mix-tape’) will be called ‘No Religion in Heaven’ and feature both soft instrumental tracks specifically created to score his films, as well as heavier and more aggressive tunes such as his once-released, long-time forgotten or never heard song ‘Transparent Christ’ which he released with his older project +, along side Xavier St. Valentine – the man behind the electro-experimental band WIRES!WIRES!. 

Along with all of that – deep sigh – Sell has also claimed to have plans on releasing his first novel within the year – yet he refuses to go into any detail regarding such claims. The Filmmaker currently resides in Providence, RI and doesn’t go out much. 

Mark R. (Scenic Drive Zine, Boston MA)

 

Neil Young added to second weekend of Jazzfest.

http://www.nojazzfest.com/

 


Pearlmctrach02MC Trachiotomy is the king of New Orleans, sitting on a throne in a ramshackle palace full of huge mechanical puppets, 18th century antique instruments, a defunct (fully stocked) wallpaper store, a warehouse full of weird artifacts, and plus there’s a 24-hour taco truck in the backyard. It’s called the Pearl Lounge, and it hosts a crazy live rock and hip-hop party every Sunday night from midnight to 6 AM in the upper Ninth Ward. He got his start in the screamo pyromaniac band Crash Worship, then in 1995 disappeared into the purple smoke of lo-fi percolation in a voice that sounds like the reason for which he named himself. He’s toured the world repeatedly, loves the tropics and Greece, and played with the Butthole Surfers at their reunion shows last year. So hey, let’s find out more about this guy.

His longtime buddy Quintron says he once “painted himself green and cradled an empty coke bottle like a baby as a stunt to ward off City clean up-crews. And he trained his dog Pablo to bark at smoke machines.”

Another friend, Colleen Kane, told us about the Pearl’s lifesize threadbare robotic ostrich that jerkily pecks to and fro, rising from behind an antique box piano that used to live in a funeral home. On the wall, a hand with hair draped over it paws at framed snapshots of two little girls, one with a bottle of champagne. “If I haven’t made this clear yet,” she says, “the place is a creepshow. The bathroom features a fake bloody eyeball in the soap dish, a dusty antique birdcage, and a package of Super Dr. Cool toothbrushes taped to the peeling wall. The hangar adjoining the house contains row after row of unsettling scavenged junk: a vintage mannequin with legs askew, antique appliances and tools, hundreds of rolls of wallpaper, a shoeshine chair, old business signs, ‘end is near’-type hand-lettered signs, and don’t forget the morgue gurney. (I haven’t.)”

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Vice: How has your life’s calling led you to this place?
MC Trachiotomy:
MC Trachiotomy came from my stint with Crash Worship. The birth came in concept with Bisquittino in 1995. We were ready to rock the party houses, streets, and neighborhoods with crappy recording devices—it was all a cappella loops and found effects. It has evolved considerably since 1995, some with DJ Lefty Parker, some with a live band. It still feels fresh to me but many people—or shall I say most people—still don’t get it. Some have always known, some are starting to catch it, some may never know. The live shows have gotten super nutso, often times with exotic dancers. They can last for hours and sometimes have lasted for what seems like days.

Tell me about the Pearl Lounge.
Back in the early 90s the choices for drinking establishments and music venues were kinda bleak in our neighborhood so we started throwing weekly parties. Most of us worked in the quarter, and getting super stupid goofin’ and prankin’ on Sunday seemed to be the obvious choice. Lenny Bruce said, “Constant abrasive aggravation creates the pearl.” In essence it is the disease of the oyster.

Are there any artists in hip-hop that you like right now? Any new trends you like or don’t like?
On a personal level I love the flow of Sub Zero Perma Frost.

She’s one of the coolest performers I’ve seen in years! Her show at the Pearl Lounge was incredible.
She has been on top of it since as long as I can remember. On another tip, in New Orleans “sissy rap” is getting much bigger, though Katey Red and Big Freedia have been around for quite some time and are still young and fresh. Bounce is still king in Nola, even if it’s the retro tracks. Some of the brass bands in town are incorporating raps into ensembles. Cathy Cathodic from Boston kicks it. I am also into the Quasimoto MF Doom sound. I don’t really feel that I am a hip-hopper somehow. I don’t know what to call it. “Underground” sounds good.

When I stayed at The Pearl, I woke up to find your neighbor across the street (the old guy) telling a friend that he learned as a boy to breathe underwater from the porpoises in Pensacola. Who is this guy? Is he your neighbor from the CIA?
He goes now by Koocoo. He has had a range of employment, but his CIA days were during the 60s and early 70s. We don’t talk too much of this these days, just talk more about the breathing underwater. Porpoises actually hold their breath. He has done the offshore foreman thang, that can’t be easy. These days he nurses his home brew, sneaks into recording sessions at the Pearl, and grows award-winning roses. I donated my bocce balls to his immaculate lawn for garden parties. He keeps a watchful eye on the neighborhood, specifically the Pearl Lounge. He’s like my Homeland Security. He is a dear friend and a confidant. He just turned 64 and is going to be featured on an album by Paris’s DJ Urine.

PATRICK HAMBRECHT

FROM VICE