fun lives.

I went to a show at the Marigny Theater tonight in the Marigny Neighborhood of New Orleans just off Elysian Fields. I went with a few friends and saw the Zydepunks tear it up for $5. The show rocked really hard, one of those shows that makes you feel the collective high of everyone's experience of the music. The opener was Wino Vino out of Austin and they were a gypsy punk band. They got the new orleans gypsy contingency crowd good and primed for the Zydepunks. The Zydepunks make me so happy to know that they exist. They make the kind of music that after a night of dancing to their songs, I feel like I shook something loose, swished it around, moshed with it and then let it go and feel so much clearer for it. I suppose the bass heavy foot stomping thuds of their music really gets to the core of any and all frustrations that might be going on for me. I hope others can relate because it feels amazing to me!

They played for a good hour and fifteen minutes or so and I reminded myself I paid $5 and I am blessed to have gotten that much goodness! So Ian, Tara and I crossed over to the Hi-Ho Lounge and got another beer. Crossing back to the All Ways Lounge, which connects to the Marigny Theater. A few people were gathered in the bike lane of St. Claude, playing jump rope. We stood off to the side until Ian declared that he wanted to jump in and start jumping rope. He made moves to the turners and waited his turn to instantaneously work out physics and geometry in his brain to jump successfully into a space while ropes are being turned. He did it, quite gracefully. Then the girls upped the ante. I really felt like they were jump rope hustlers because I don't think I heard any words being exchanged regarding their decision to include a second rope and turn double dutch style. But there it was, two ropes turning and four white boys trying to jump into the path of two rotating, middle school quality, plastic ropes. The whole scene was really comical. Then I wanted to turn double dutch because I always liked doing that in middle school. I could never get the hang of jumping double dutch but I could turn and that way I could still be involved!

I turned double dutch on the corner of Marigny & St. Claude tonight. Two white girls from the neighborhood over there schooled the entire crowd on some bad ass jump roping. It was not their first time at the playground. hehe. It was great, I'm glad I just played in the streets.