Day 7: The Den @ The Howling Wolf
New Orleans, Louisiana
New Orleans is an eclectic city for sure. The vibe of the city changes drastically within a city block, from the urban bustle of Canal St., to the touristy madness of Bourbon St., to the classic plant covered balconies of the rest of the French Quarter, and so on. I spent the afternoon walking around doing street promo with Mochello, pounding the pavement in search of new friends in an unfamiliar city. We stopped for a slice of pizza at one of the Bourbon St corner shops and I made the mistake of making friends with the lone on site employee. After the slice I thought it would be a good idea to get a frozen drink for the walk…. A drink that’s only alcohol happens to be 190 proof grain alcohol… So, with the ‘Hey, I like y’all’ long pour, I think I wound up with the equivalent of an 8 shot daiquiri… The sweetness of the frozen mix did well to mask how strong the drink actually was, and couple that with the stifling heat and humidity of the gulf coast, and you have a recipe for disaster for most people. Luckily I’m a trained professional.
I tend to be a fairly reserved person, and although I have a background in public speaking I am usually one of the quiet ones in the group. But pour some liquid inhibition killer on me and I become the Tony Robbins of street promo. After a few hours spreading the good word to all the uninformed people of the French Quarter, we set off to find a salon so Mochello could get his Mohawk dyed. Being a Monday, we were fortunate to find a place that was open. While he was taking care of his business, I took the opportunity to revel in the air conditioning, and the two of us soon became friends with all the employees and patrons in the shop.
Once he was done, Mochello and I headed to meet up with the rest of the guys who had spent the afternoon doing office work. We all headed to the club and loaded in. The people of New Orleans are no strangers to music. We had a decent crowd and the other bands on the bill were some fun stuff too.
By the time we left the club it was pretty late, and while we had planned on getting a hotel along the way to avoid the unbearably hot temps, it just didn’t make since to spend the money on a few hours sleep. So we toughed out the heat, woke up and headed on our way for 3 days in the Lone Star State….