Archive for the 'NOLA' Category

Eating Pink M&M’s and Listening to Stevie Nicks on Valentine’s Day

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Thursday, February 14th, 2008

Editing pictures for an infant study, drinking a lot of coffee, tapping my feet, and bobbing my head on the cheesiest of cheesy days. Sometimes everything seems really perverse and strange. I should be popping pink bubble gum bubbles. Wearing pigtails. Hula hooping. And maybe none of this makes sense.

I have had very bad luck with the mail system this week. A few things I mailed for Valentine’s didn’t yet arrive, and I just found out a shirt I made and mailed to my brother almost a month ago never got there. Also, a package I mailed myself from New Orleans lost its label and has been officially listed as missing. It had Christmas presents and things from when I was a kid in it. Luckily, I don’t really remember specifics, or I might be sad. I’m thinking it’s still not reliable to mail things to and from New Orleans.

Oh, pretty baby. This feeling I just can’t hide. You got me mysti-fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-iiiiii-iiiiiiiied!

Update: I’ve moved on to the best band in the history of five years ago, the Murder City Devils. So romantic! (That sentence didn’t make sense.) Yes it did.

NOLA in Blue Cloth Frames

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Friday, February 8th, 2008

NOLA in Red Glass Frames

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Friday, February 8th, 2008

I’m Missing Mardi Gras!

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Thursday, January 24th, 2008

I didn’t realize it was so early! February 5! I had meant to go back. Next year, next year.

Punk Rock Coffee Date

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Monday, August 13th, 2007

I met Deborah at a coffeehouse in Long Beach today. We chatted a little and I met her dog Lucy. I hadn’t seen her in more than six years, since I was in high school. I met her at Underground Sounds on Magazine Street. I was a dorky little tomboy music nerd and she was a badass punk rock record store woman who agreed to carry my zine and book my band. Classic punk right, right? Totally.

I didn’t know she’d moved to California until a few months ago, nor did she know that I’d moved here after high school. So we’ve been unknowingly living only 16 miles away from one another. She’s converted her production company into a booking agency and now arranges tours for bands like Agnostic Front, the Queers, the Horrorpops, and Pulley. It was really awesome to see her again today. New Orleans people in California make me smile. And I love when life is circular.

He’s No Matt Lawrence

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Saturday, July 14th, 2007

Jonathan. Being silly. In New Orleans. Two weeks ago. Fact: Jonathan and I carpooled to Benjamin Franklin from New Orleans East a million years ago. Fact: Jonathan has 18,000 siblings. Fact: Sometimes my facts aren’t quite right.

We ate Italian Pie that night. It was Italian Pie. Not that good, not that bad. I ate salad. Eric ate beer. Like normal.

Come to think of it, this blog entry is very Eric-like in nature. I’m just sort of rambling based on pictures. If you don’t already, you should read his blog. It’s genius. My favorite. Ever.

Cheers!

Dialect-Specific ‘For’ and ‘By’ Constructions in New Orleans and Jamaican English

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Wednesday, July 11th, 2007

I spent the Tuesday evening boozing with Lars Hinrichs who pointed out to me that a couple New Orleans dialectical constructions also occur in Jamaican English. (Lars’ professional site is here; blog here.)

For example, the use of for in place of at in reference to time:

Celeste: I have to be at class for 8.
Emma: For 8 what?
Celeste: For 8 o’clock.
Emma: Wait, why are you saying for instead of at? You mean you have to be at class at 8.

Also, the use of by to mean at in the following context:

My Mom: Honey, can I stay by you or should I get a hotel room?
Celeste: Stay by me! We have a guest room now.  

I’m told by Emma & Mikeh that Californians can stop by a house. If, however, the stay is extended, you stay with a person or at a person’s house—not by a person or by a person’s house. Sound right, native Californians?

I wonder if there are any other overlaps between New Orleans and Jamaican English. Further investigation over further wine is obviously required in the name of scientific inquiry.

NOLA People Play Poker Now

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Sunday, July 8th, 2007

James! In Orange County!!!

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Thursday, June 7th, 2007

James is doing sound for Zebrahead right now and he called to say hello while he was in town! We went out for a drink at a Fullerton bar and talked a lot.

James and I did everything together for a solid chunk of my pubesence. I’d heard his band Ginger Quail play, but we didn’t officially meet until he recorded my band in his friend’s garage. He moved to Florida to study sound engineering at Full Sail and I moved to California to study journalism and computer science shortly after high school. We lost touch with each other for a while. It was awesome to see him and hear about what he’s been up to. I’m glad he didn’t stop doing what he loves.

James’ Flickr stream functions as a tour diary, so you can check that out. Also, there are two remaining Southern California shows:

June 7 - House of Blues - San Diego, CA — w/ Unwritten Law and Bullets and Octane
June 9 - Hudson Theatre - San Bernardino, CA — w/ Unwritten Law and Bullets and Octane

He has Friday off, so hopefully more hangout time tomorrow!

Los Angelinos Eat New Orleans Food

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Tuesday, June 5th, 2007

I went to a party last Saturday thrown by Sara, a friend of mine from high school. She’d planned a New Orleans-themed menu and wanted to have beignets for desert but was running low on time and asked me to cover it at the last minute. (I was happy to. I’d offered earlier.)

Sara provided the Café du Monde boxed mixes for me to use, but a few people have asked me how to make beignets since, and the mix isn’t at all necessary. It’s just yeast, dried milk, sugar, flour, and salt. So here’s a beignet recipe that doesn’t required the boxed stuff:

1 envelope active dry yeast
1 1/4 cups warm milk
1/2 cup sugar, granulated
2 tablespoons vegetable shortening
1 egg, beaten
4 1/2 cups flour
pinch of salt
vegetable oil, for frying
powdered sugar, for dusting

Combine yeast, sugar, shortening and milk in a bowl. Add the egg. Mix well. Add 4 cups of the flour and salt. Mix until the dough becomes one big lump. (You may need to knead it with your hands to do this.) Form the dough into a ball, then lightly rub oil around it and replace it in a bowl. Cover it with plastic wrap and leave it in a warm, dry place until it doubles in size about two hours later.

Roll out the dough until it’s between 1/8-inch and 1/4-inch thick. Cut the dough into 2 1/2-inch squares with a sharp knife. (If you want to make mini hors d’oeuvre beignets, you can make littler squares!)

Fry the beignets, a few at a time, in an inch or two of vegetable oil. The oil should be hot enough so that the doughy beignets pop up to the surface after 5 to 10 seconds. Flip the beignets over after they rise and puff, cooking on both sides until they’re golden brown. Remove and drain on a few layers of paper towels.

Sprinkle the beignets with powdered sugar and serve while warm with coffee or café au lait (half warmed whole milk, half strong coffee).

Alternatively, you can buy the boxed mix for $2.45 and follow the directions on the back. You’re still going to have to do all of the kneading, rolling, cutting and frying, but the mix does have all of the dry ingredients in one package. If that sort of arrangement appeals to you, by all means, buy the box.

I made mini ones for Sara’s party. I was thinking small ones were more party appropriate. Plus, I had a nightmarish vision of non-New Orleanians attempting to eat regular-sized beignets for the first time and all breathing out powdered sugar all over the place all at once. I rationalized that bite-sized ones would be cleaner.

Sara’s party was fun, and the menu was great. She served shrimp remoulade, jambalaya, red beans and rice, seafood gumbo, muffalattas, hurricanes and, of course, the beignets.

Her place was packed. Apparently even Los Angelinos show up to a house party when Louisiana food is served. Ehren, a friend I hadn’t seen since high school (and who I didn’t realize had moved to Los Angeles), was also in attendance.

The party was a great idea. (Way to go, Sara!) In fact, it was such a great idea, I’m totally copying when I get settled into Roch.

Happy Happy Birthday, Greg!

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Tuesday, May 1st, 2007

Today is Greg’s birthday. (Hooray!) He’s in New Orleans now, so I can’t physically buy him a drink, but I will next time I see him. (Also, I need to mail you a birthday something, Greg, but I’m totally late because of finals. So sorry! It’s not because I don’t care.)

Greg has known me since I looked like a boy, since before even Eric. I think the first time I met him we went skateboarding in a church parking lot in Metaire. I saw him a lot throughout high school, and even went with him (and his girlfriend and my date who was not Greg) to Rummel’s prom his senior year.

In addition to being terrifically nerdy (he gave me the idea to become a tutor in college), Greg is also really artistic. He drew the cover of my long-dead zine, Assorted Pieces of Ed, a million years ago when we were both in high school. Check out his cover art:

Talented, yeah? Yeah.

Greg just bought a cute house in New Orleans not too terribly far from Eric’s, but I haven’t seen it yet. Like Eric, he also has a blog where you can read about all his audio engineering nerdiness!

I’m posting a bunch of Greg photos I’ve been holding onto in honor of today. Most (if not all) were taken by Eric. Except the one with Eric in it, of course. Happy birthday, Greg!

McMindreader’s ‘Wrinkles’ Out Now

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Monday, April 30th, 2007

My favorite non-humanoids over at spoomusic.com just released my little brother’s first full-length album, Wrinkles.

Download or listen online here.

In honor of the release, here’s a quick interview I just conducted with McMindreader over the phone:

Celeste: Hey, Matt.
Matt: Hey!
Celeste: What’s up?
Matt: Chilling. Went to my classes today. Had my last music industry forum today. Which is awesome. Because that class sucked.
Celeste: Rock.
Matt: And I’m DJing tonight at Friar Tuck’s. Making dollars.
Celeste: Very cool.
Matt: I’m super stoked
Celeste: I just got the e-mail from Spoo.
Matt: Awesome.
Celeste: Congratulations!
Matt: Thank you!
Celeste: What else is going on?
Matt: Everything. Goondocks label is looking bright. James Rose, Zachery Quinn, The Sun and Star War, Scrumblyruckus, and DJ Datniggachaz all signed on. Slim P, too. That should be out at the end of the year. So good. I need to do all the business paperwork this summer, but I’m excited. Stoked. Working for NOLA Sound, Inc., this summer. Making more dollars. Picking Elliot up at the airport later. Eating Ramen. I’m hungry. And hopefully getting a shipment of soda from Mom today. I need my Dr. Pepper and my Sprite. For my survival.
Celeste: You drink a lot of soda today? Maybe some Red Bull and some coffee too?
Matt: Yeah.
Celeste: I can tell. I love you, Matt.
Matt: I love you too, Celestie.

The Only Way Is the Naked Way

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Thursday, April 19th, 2007

When I first met Eric Martinez, he was a student at Rummel who loved photography and rock music, and who really loved God. But that was a very long time ago. He didn’t know how to rock out yet, but he always came to admire when other people rocked out at shows. You know, except when the shows conflicted with church.

We were something like 14 and 15 years old then.

I have a lot of happy memories tied to Eric. Once Eric got very drunk in Michael Blum’s now defunct guitar shop and renounced the Lord: “I found Jesus in 1994, and look at me now!” he shouted from the floor. That one’s a favorite.

One summer, after I’d been hanging out with Eric at a friend’s place for an hour or two, I asked Eric if he felt like catching a movie with me.

I can’t. I have work,” he said.
What time?” I asked.
I’m working now. I have some sandwiches in the car I need to deliver. I just dropped by to say hi.
Eric, you’ve been here for more than an hour.
Yeah. I should probably be leaving.

Eric maintains one of my most favorite blogs in the whole, wide world. He posts his photos and writes about his life, which is always interesting, especially when it isn’t. There’s also his Flickr account.

I have a lot of good photos of Eric, so I put them on their own page here.

Eric still lives in New Orleans and knows I miss him. He bought a really nice house after Katrina and he’s working on fixing it up. I’ll leave you with one more little-known Eric fact: Eric used to be the only Mexican-American in all of New Orleans, but since Katrina, recent immigrants walk up to him and speak in Spanish. (Eric doesn’t speak Spanish.)

Robbie

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Monday, April 2nd, 2007

Robbie, a classmate from MPCDS in New Orleans, passed away just a bit over two weeks ago. He was 22. Everything I could type now would be clichéd, so I’ll just say it’s a terrible, terrible shame, he was a very sweet guy, and I’m posting this NYT story in his memory because I’m thinking about him this morning.

“This is a city where thousands of people are living amid ruins that stretch for miles on end, where the vibrancy of life can be found only along the slivers of land next to the Mississippi. Garbage is piled up, the crime rate has soared…The reminders of death are everywhere, and the emotional toll is now becoming clear.”