A ride on Club Whatever, and an interview with the DJ/Driver behind the wheel.
You may have seen it before: a behemoth of a vehicle, rolling at a snail’s pass up Canal Street blasting speaker smashing beats. Its violet exterior shields its partiers from the outside world — all that can be seen of them are their arms, flailing wildly from every open window. And then there is the noise: a penetrating boom that reverberates off the surrounding buildings, shakes the bus and compels riders and bystanders alike to bounce up and down.
New Orleans restaurant culture is abuzz with different flavors, new fashions and even a new lexicon these days. Some places set the pace and others struggle to keep up. But then there are those that ignore them altogether, and in some cases stand apart, by essentially standing still. Leni's Café is one example.
Few piano players are as tall, glam and terrific as Marcia Ball. Born in Texas, raised in Louisiana and schooled in the dance halls and roadhouses of the Gulf South, Ball can't help but make you boogie woogie. That is, unless you wanna two-step. Or boogaloo. She does that too.
"If you can make 'em dance, money becomes a space problem."
Ball's songs are postcards of small town life in this region and the dilemmas that drive people to the choices they make.
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Sixty eight years ago this week — May 8, 1945 to be exact — the Second World War ended in Europe with the signing of the official documents in Berlin. But, for one group of British military women, it would be more than 30 years before they were allowed to talk about their secret role in that devastating conflict.
Sharon Litwin had the chance to speak with one of them for this week's Notes from New Orleans; she filed this report from the back patio of a charming, soft-spoken resident of Covington, Louisiana.