The Young and the Ancient: Baby I and Preservation Hall

Baby I is having fun with her GrandPlotniks. She seems to like bagels.



There's nothing like the laundry basket with warm, folded clothes in it. Baby I is speaking now, too. There's budta budta budta, and there's emenenemenemenem. All the Plotniks speak the same words back to her. Whatever they mean, that's what everyone is saying.



Last night, Duck cashed in her last months' birthday present from PD and 5H, which was two tickets to see SF Jazz's New Orleans Night at the Masonic Auditorium. Dr. John, The Preservation Hall Jazz Band and the Wild Magnolias with Big Chief Bo Dallis were the featured acts, and it was a hoot.



The thing Plottie loves about this music is how simple it is. The youngest guy in the Preservation Hall band is around 50 but the others are at least 75. All they do is groove. Most of all, it's sweet.

Dr. John said: "All that money y'all sent to New Orleans. Nobody I know ever saw a dime of it. It's too corrupt to even laugh about."




What a great weekend this has been. Except for this morning, but we'll talk about that tomorrow when the swelling goes down. Not Plottie -- Plottie Junior.