The Dalai Lama second lining to Dr. John’s sweet music - Not sure if this is disrespectful to say about His Holiness, but we are such fangirls and asdjfks;lkdahhhhh soo cuuuuutee !!!
The Arcade
Alienating Readers Since 1905
Congrats to Dr. John, who is actually (kind of) a doctor now with his honorary doctorate in fine arts from Tulane!
Dr. Dr. John.
We like the sound of that.
(Also we like the sound of “Revolution,” which a year after its release still hasn’t gotten old, even after constant replays. Tis the staying power of a master, a man who never stops bringing the party. Proud to say we’re kinda-ish earning degrees from the same institution as this man!)
Sunday: Divine Ladies Second Line
Parade is dedicated to Mother’s Day shooting victims“SHOW TIME: 1PM SHARP!!!
Divine Ladies S&P Club King 2013: Mr. Rodney Armstrong
Unbreakable Men S&P Club Queen 2013: Ms. Dareyon “Spaghetti” NealyDivine Ladies For A Day
Sparkling Diamond Divas Social ClubThanks to the Norman Dixon Sr. Foundation, NO Jazz & Heritage Fest, all clubs & bars that gave us stops, Shirley from Heart & Soul Daycare, & last but not least, our Father, God Almighty for all of our blessings.
PLEASE leave your drama AT HOME… nobody have time for that!!!!”
Y’all still in town? Going to celebrate after graduation? Or just want to dance and celebrate this beautiful wonderful life? Or want to honor the Mother’s Day victims? Or all of the above? ayooo maybe it’s time to second line with the lovely Divine Ladies !!!
“Once in a Lifetime” by Talking Heads BY KERMIT THE FROG
On production night, The Arcade will inevitably play something that David Byrne was involved in- Love This Giant, Talking Heads, etc.
Turns out we’ve been doing it all wrong.
Film collaboration helps Tulane and local students find ‘Home’
New Orleans Stories: A Community Showcase of Student Films
Sunday May 12 (TODAY!!), 6-8 PM
Tulane University
Lavin Bernick Center, Kendall-Cram Lecture Hall
FREE film screening + refreshments!!
Tulane sometimes gets a bad rap for not playing a big enough part in the New Orleans community, so we’re incredibly proud of this collaborative film project with local high schools, an extension of the “Place-Based Storytelling in New Orleans” class (it had a crazy wait list to get in last semester - and you can see why.)
Tulane students collaborated with students from Joseph S. Clark Preparatory High School and Kids ReThink New Orleans Schools to produce films on a huge range of topics, including food justice and lost love. The films are beautiful, resonant media explorations of New Orleans, and they understand the city on a level that is deeper than the typical mystical / voodoo-booze-soaked glory that it’s often reduced to (I mean, we like some good Southern whiskey as much as the next person, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg.) There’s more to New Orleans, and this collaboration captures the education, spirituality, violence, and community that makes the city one of the most gorgeously complex cities in the world.
All the New Orleans students worked incredibly hard on this project. If you’re hanging out pre-graduation, post-finals or need a packing break or want to see some really important Tulane collaboration or love New Orleans or love films OR ARE A COOL HUMAN BEING — we can assure you, this is a screening you certainly won’t want to miss.
Jazz Fest, Mud and Shrimp Boots
by staff writer Marcus Graci
The 2013 Jazz Fest, like so many before, was plagued with rain. With that rain, came mud; and with that mud, came havens. Havens for those select few individuals with the foresight to don their favorite pair of boots. Whether you call them shrimp boots, mud boots, swamp boots or rain boots, those that wore those rubber grieves became kings. Positioned front and center, just beyond the barricade of the Gentilly Stage, laid one of the largest and deepest pits of mud on the entire festival grounds. Standing tall and proud in the sludge of mud, rain and sweat, stood those that choose the almighty boots. The pit created an intangible wall that kept those wearing flip-flops and tennis shoes at bay and allowed the privileged boot wearers to enjoy the heart-wrenching soul of Aaron Neville and his brother Charles. There, I accompanied those boot-wearing festival goers with my own pair of seasoned boots as I swayed uninhibited to “This Magic Moment;” all thanks to those wonderful boots.
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(This is from Jazz Fest Bests - a series of recaps from New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival 2013 by The Arcade)
May 3 - Maroon 5 … otherwise titled: “Sometimes The Arcade is a total fangirl and we don’t care.”
by staff writer Marie Davis, photo courtesy of imritaliciouz.wordpress.com.
And disclaimer - The Arcade doesn’t know anything about that website and doesn’t endorse it, but neither do we not endorse it - the photo just came up on a Google images search. We’re ambivalent but unaffiliated. Ya know? ugh do we have to justify everything??
In between cramming for tests on tests, drinking liters of coffee and trying to squeeze in as much last minute hanging out with your friends before it’s time to head home, it is completely natural to ask, “Is all the studying worth it?”
This past Friday, I had similar doubts before I took a little study break and headed out to Jazz Fest. Upon leaving the muddy oasis of City Park, I was re-energized to hit the books and claim my education all due to one person: Adam Levine.
Putting it frankly, Adam Levine is a God, a present day Moses for many of the people of Tulane University. He has lead the Jewish culture into the holy land of pop culture. At the Maroon Five concert I found purpose within his sexy smile and smooth vocals, fostering feelings of hope for the future.
As finals are coming to a close, and you find yourself asking the many existential life questions that come along with too much caffeine and Howie T - stop yourself and look at the picture above. There is something bigger than your Financial Accounting final, there is the light at the end of the dark multiple choice tunnel, and he moves like Jagger.
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(This is from Jazz Fest Bests - a series of recaps from New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival 2013 by The Arcade)
May 5 - A senior moment with The Black Keys
by senior staff writer Jon Berman, photo courtesy of The Black Keys
The simplicity of two men playing the blues without a single miscue. Unrelenting, torrential sideways rain, pure magic: That’s my clearest memory of Voodoo Fest 2009, when I first saw the Black Keys perform. I’ll admit I’m no music connoisseur, and I most certainly wasn’t back then as a freshman; I remember confusing the Black Keys with the Black Lips at least a dozen times that weekend. I think Voodoo Fest 2009 was my introduction to the Black Keys, who have since catapulted themselves from their 2008 album “Rubber Factory” to winning multiple Grammy’s for their back-to-back albums “Brothers” and “El Camino.”
And here I was again at a New Orleans music festival, now a senior, excitedly anticipating the Black Keys and sipping on gin in one of those bizarre water bottles from this year’s Muses parade. But this time was different. These days the Black Keys are a headlining act, touring across the world. The original duo, Dan Auerbauch (guitar/singer) and Patrick Carney (drums), brings on an extra guitarist and bassist for performances such as Jazz Fest. And this time, the sideways rain was replaced by warm sun and refreshing wind (and the ever-persistent smell of horse dung.)
Ultimately, Sunday’s show was decidedly mediocre. Dan and Patrick at times appeared confused on stage accompanied by the extra musicians. The sound quality was spotty, with decibels too minimal for a band like the Black Keys. However the setlist was fantastic, blending the old and the new, and the music itself was amazing- but truthfully, that has more to do with the band’s discography than the actual performance.
Quite frankly, I feel like they might’ve lost some of their identity since we met in 2009. Freshman year, the Black Keys and I were so sure of ourselves: they were a blues duo based in garage rock and I was a Psych major who was dead-set on going to law school. But now here we are – Dan, Patrick, and I – jumping headfirst into international tours and the real world, respectively, and unsure of exactly who we are anymore. Halfway through their set on Sunday, after a powerful “Gold on the Ceiling,” Dan and Patrick kicked the two extra members off stage with Dan saying, “We’re going to do a few songs, just the two of us.” The response from the crowd? Cries of approval, but only from the pockets of fans throughout the audience that could actually sing along with “When the Light’s Go Out” and “Girl is on My Mind.” There was something special about the intermission with just Dan and Patrick onstage, something that wasn’t there during the rest of the set – the sincerity that comes from returning to your roots. And as I looked around, I noticed that I was one of the solitary people singing along to “Strange Times.” Just as the Black Keys kicked off their auxiliary members to return to simpler times, my flashback to freshman year served the same purpose for me. As we tried to return to that simpler time, we knew that Strange Times are here, indeed - but that we should enjoy the excitement and potential of the unknown while it lasts.
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(This is from Jazz Fest Bests - a series of recaps from New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival 2013 by The Arcade)
We just really liked eating at Jazz Fest, okay?
by staff writer Diana Frank
In addition to the extraordinary acts that graced the stages of Jazz Fest, the food stands put on an impressive show of their own. The festival’s cochon de lait po’boy, while a traditional New Orleans sandwich, was something entirely new. It was a combination of flavorful pulled pork, topped with a slaw, zesty with horseradish, all on top of a delicious slice of French bread. The mix of flavors is enough to make anyone’s mouth water. At another stand was a long queue for a combo meal of alligator pie and fried green tomatoes. The food was well worth the wait. The alligator pie resembled a hot pocket: a mix of alligator, spices and other ingredients packed into a light pastry pocket. When in New Orleans, alligator is one thing you must try. On the side was five freshly fried green tomatoes, with a remoulade sauce to dip it in. Sprinkled with hot sauce, the meal was one of the best finds at Jazz Fest by far.
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(This is from Jazz Fest Bests - a series of recaps from New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival 2013 by The Arcade)
May 4 - On Phoenix and Spandex
by associate editor Lucy Stratton
I arrived at the Jazz Fest fairgrounds feeling a little anxious. Due to Tulane’s draconian tradition of scheduling finals on the same weekends as Jazz Fest, I was unable to convince my friends to pry themselves away from their organic chemistry books. Well, if someone gives you a free ticket to Jazz Fest, you damn well use it. I had no choice but to attend my first Jazz Fest solo.
Despite the throngs of fans clogging the stages and vendors, I wasn’t really expecting to meet any people. After planting myself nearby the Gentilly Stage to see Phoenix’s set, however, I became acquainted with two older women nearby. Equipped with cheap beer and bad attitudes, these women basically spent the concert bestowing pearls of wisdom upon me and hurling caustic insults at everyone else:
“Spandex is a privilege, not a right,” one stated loudly while eyeing tourists.
“I want to be that in love,” the other told me wistfully while observing a nearby couple. “I just don’t want to wear that outfit.”
“Bother everyone,” they advised. “Just because people don’t want to hear you doesn’t mean you have to be quiet.”
I didn’t get their names, or even a picture, but these opinionated women certainly dispelled any anxieties I felt about attending a music festival solo.
Of course, that and seeing Phoenix live.
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(This is from Jazz Fest Bests - a series of recaps from New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival 2013 by The Arcade)
