Two points about this: when I first wrote this, in June, 2014 it was post number 666; but then I decided it was lame to post this overly eager letter to some young researcher I met, even a Yale-educated musicologist. I had it on “private” or “draft” for two months. Last week I traded voice mail with a NoLA muse about doing a Bay Area show, which got me thinking about Gertrude again. Not sure why it prints the copy over the right hand column; operator error not supernatural.
For a minute I was all over New Orleans. Back in 2003 that is. And I passed on the chance to party with Steve and Eric Cohen in March. The Shrimp Po’ Boy I had last night in San Jose was as close to perfection as I could hope to imagine or pray for. Louisiana Bistro, on Market Street, a few blocks from the Museum, chef Dee Green, from Bogalusa, LA. (And Scott had blackened catfish, Michael a small plate of gumbo, Terry the beef ribs, bon temps roulez all around — and here I am tempted to put a little smiley emoticon).
Maybe all this had me thinking about the grad student I met a whiles ago, at Coupa Cafe in Palo Alto. Her name is E_ and she said she was just about to travel to New Orleans to do field work on Sister Gertrude Morgan. Here is my note to her, that I had archived in the meanwhile: