Blogs
A Good Idea?
I’ve been nagging for years to get busy and use music as a promotional tool for the city. Sometimes—especially in New Orleans—things take a lot of time to accomplish. Obviously, […]
Something’s Missing
Last night, WWL-TV ran a story about “illegal bars” causing noise complaints on Frenchmen Street. Which clubs are they? Reporter Scott Satchfield spoke to our own Jan Ramsey (who doesn’t […]
Paying Musicians on Frenchmen–How Do We Do It?
Received a call from a local musician, complaining about the pay musicians receive when they play at clubs on Frenchmen Street. “Sometimes I’ll drive in [he lives in a suburb] […]
Loco Por Tacos
Food trucks have been around for years, first gaining popularity in New York City, and recently expanding to cities throughout the United States. Los Angeles adopted this mobile food distribution […]
Filmmakers: Why We’re Suspicious of You
Here at the corner of Frenchmen and Decatur, our parking has been screwed for days because a movie is being shot. That’s irritating, but I won’t complain about that. But […]
Can’t We All Just Work Together?
When I first got involved with the music community, back in 1985, it struck me how little musicians and music business types worked together to achieve a common goal: more […]
Putting On Events Should Be Easy…
A big brouhaha popped up last weekend at the Blue Nile on Frenchmen Street, when reps from the city’s revenue department shut down the NOLA Designer Costume Market, organized for […]
Entertainment Shifts
When my parents were teenagers, the place to go hear music and party was the French Quarter, on Bourbon Street. Pete Fountain and Al Hirt’s place, the Famous Door, Maison […]
Kids With Guns = Tourism Woes and Misery All Around
Several shootings in the French Quarter during the Bayou Classic weekend (a young local Pat O’Brien’s bartender was killed) put a damper on the holiday spirit, for sure, and certainly […]
Bullets Over Frenchmen Street
I’m sitting here listening to gunshots outside my office window overlooking Frenchmen Street. Bullets were flying thick and fast on Monday, right outside my window on Decatur Street. Not to […]
