Please excuse the slight break in my posting on the blog, but my assistants have deserted me! Matt, has been away at Jazz Fest in New Orleans and Jocelyn, has been on Grand Jury duty. No one is around to keep me on track but the payroll continues on as usual.
Matt saw a lot of different music at Jazz Fest and around the clubs in New Orleans at night. He saw and loved a Cajun/Celtic punk group called the Zydepunks, a blues singer named Bettye LaVette, the legendary Kermit Ruffins, Bonerama, Trombone Shorty, Steel Pulse, The Roots and has been boring me to tears with stories all day. When he started to tell me who he didn’t like, I perked right up. According to Matt, Stevie Wonder had a dull, flat, lifeless set. I think the problem was that the macramé planter on the back of Stevie’s head was clanking around so much that he couldn’t hear himself sing.
Here is what Jocelyn has been doing on the Grand Jury; so far she has sent 12 twelve bank robbers, 8 rapists, 5 hookers, 2 pickpockets, 1 mail frauder and 12 grifters to trial and, more than that, she has totally convinced her fellow jurors that we should go back to the old ways of branding, drawing and quartering, burning at the stake and, of course, all accused witches will be dunked.