Do you want to know what I saw Friday night? A 7-year-old playing bad-ass drums at the Circle Bar, along with his father on bass, and his grandfather, South Louisiana R&B hero, Classie Ballou on guitar. And now, through the magic of YouTube, you can see it too! (Well, actually you can't really, because the video turned hellaciously dark once I posted it, but at least you can year it and trust me that it's a 7-year-old.)*
Other things I saw Friday night:
- A very stoned, middle-aged black guy doing a hankie-shaking second-line dance to a very entertaining middle-aged white guys oldies band in a very sweet and funny mostly-but-not-exclusively-middle-aged-crowd neighborhood bar way downtown in the Bywater.
- An old-enough-to-know-better woman wearing a way-too-tight black t-shirt with "STAY SINGLE" written in large, metallic-silver letters, a way-too-short, matching, metallic-silver skirt, and way-too-tall, matching, metallic-silver high-heels.
- Women silently sipping their drinks as their men played video poker on stools nearby.
- Lots of hats: fedoras, baseball caps, Australian bush hats, bowlers, paper party hats, the full gamut.
- A way-too-drunk guy passed out asleep on the barstool next to me at a hipster pizza joint way downtown in the Bywater.
- Nerdy hipster boys silently sipping their Pabst Blue-Ribbons.
- Two different versions of Proud Mary by two different bands.
* What's that? This doesn't meet your bourgeois, spoon-fed-by-the-corporate-media production standards? Oh, I'm sorry. But this is guerilla journalism, man! Go home and silently sip your white wine spritzers.