>I need to get some more ideas for my French Quarter script about jazz
>musicians.
>
>Y'all wish me good luck.
>
>Let the good times roll...
>
Luck, Suzy!
"Redneck Woman" !!!
Have a ton of fun!
Doug
---
Life is a river. If you ain't gettin' your feet wet...
you ain't playin' hard enough.
> I need to get some more ideas for my French Quarter script about jazz
> musicians.
They play jazz by day, fight crime by night! Oh wait, no one goes
to clubs during the day. Okay, they play jazz at night, sleep all day,
and no one fights crime.
jaybee
> They play jazz by day, fight crime by night! Oh wait, no one goes
> to clubs during the day. Okay, they play jazz at night, sleep all day,
> and no one fights crime.
They commit crimes against music.
that's why it's called The Big Easy. '-)
And why they call Jaybee the Big Sleazy.
You Big Cheesy!
jaybee
> that's why it's called The Big Easy. '-)
Suzy's not easy, but she's worth the effort!
jaybee
>"Otto Mation (Caroline Freisen)"
><otto....@keepyourviruses-sbcglobal.net> wrote in
>news:18n58051mrcihjrf3...@4ax.com:
>
>> On Sun, 18 Apr 2004 14:10:08 GMT, "Jacques E. Bouchard"
>><jebouchard*r*e*m*o*v*e*m*e*4...@yahoo.ca> wrote:
>>
>>> They play jazz by day, fight crime by night! Oh wait, no one
>>> goes
>>>to clubs during the day. Okay, they play jazz at night, sleep all
>day,
>>>and no one fights crime.
>>>
>>
>>
>> that's why it's called The Big Easy. '-)
>
>
> Suzy's not easy, but she's worth the effort!
>
>jaybee
Not Suzy, you dweeb! That place where she's going to hear the music!
Caroline
Still wondering when we're going to get to see a picture of Suzy with
short hair.
On 19 Apr 2004 06:24:27 -0700, bzel...@earthlink.net (Buzz Elkins)
wrote:
>
>Ah, Suzy's completely easy. :)
>
>This is kinda long. I had a great time! I hung out with this guy's
>granddaughter:
>
>http://www.baseballhalloffame.org/hofers_and_honorees/hofer_bios/rickey_branch.htm
>
>And got to see her beautiful French Quarter apartment. Watched
>fireworks from her balconey over the Miss'ippi River, got locked out
>of the shotgun house we were staying in and had to break in, played a
>show with my friend Pat and his wonderful band from Mandeville, drank
>some absynthe in a bar (I thought that was illegal!), got to touch (I
>know I shouldn't have but I got permission from the owner) a $37
>million dollar Picasso self-portrait, woke up in the middle of the
>night and heard a conversation between two gay guys sitting on our
>stoop (we stayed next to a leather gay bar) and how they weren't gonna
>let anyone tell them how to live their lives, ate oysters, crawfish,
>beignets, and eggs benedict. Had a dream about fear of antique
>furniture (had just read an interview with Billy Bob Thornton and he's
>really scared of this stuff!) cause I was sleeping on a red velvet
>antique couch. Heard a great gypsy swing band. Came home and went to
>bed.
>
>Y'all need to go to New Orleans. Someone told me that you CAN have a
>bad time there but you really have to work hard at it.
>
>The most interesting person I met was a sixty-year-old junk
>dealer/repairman. He told me his story at a party from being a timber
>guy in Mississippi, a frat boy in the fifties (I think if you were
>ever gonna be a frat boy the '50s would probably have been the right
>time), and a handyman in N.O among other things. He had the biggest
>twinkle in his eye of everyone.
How was it? Just got back from a 4 day vacation myself.
Maybe you ran into my red-neck brother, the one who grew up in Northern
California but now talks with a slow, Southern accent after living in
Lafayette Cajun country for a spell. He married a Cajun ("coon ass", he
sez), bought a home with pecan trees, and eats lots of shrimp, crawfish,
and, of course, homemade pralines. Dutiful Cajun wife, ya know, jest the
way he always wanted it...