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Thread started by nathansnider at 01.5.10 - 6:59 pm
I made about 4 hours of minidisc recordings with my narc glasses on the New Orleans trip. Some of them have a lot of nostalgia value for y'all who were there, so I'm posting the highlights up here. Listen in headphones for maximum spatial freakout effect.
The "New Orleans" jam in front of Hank's Liquor before Reecy's ride. Snook on harmonica. Julie on ukulele. Larsen and the rest of the gang on vocals.
(slightly censored conversation about tamales in the background)
Snook covers Mississippi Fred McDowell. Reecy hands out spoke cards.
In the French Quarter with sexy and indigis, a punk girl with face tattoos explains her life situation while a street band plays "Waiting Around to Die" in the background. I can't get over this recording. The the story, the music, the overlapping conversations, all mashed together... When I think of New Orleans, this is the first thing that I remember.
(there's an unfortunate audio drop in the conversation at the end, but it still seemed worth including anyway)
These are just the excerpts from one disc.I'll post up highlights from the other two discs when I have time to go through them.
Minidisc, is this from the 1999 New Orleans trip? I got a personal in to the random van yelling as Nico pocket dialed me three times on their way back.
Yep. For Christmas, I got a half-broken minidisc recorder and a 3 megapixel DSLR from 2000. Obsolete technology for the win!
Seriously though, the pre-amps in those old minidisc recorders are so much nicer than most of the consumer-grade digital recorders that have come out since. I love those things.
Glad everyone is enjoying the sounds. There's more to come in the next couple days.
As promised, here's the best of disc 2. If you're not listening in headphones, you're missing half the experience.
Sitting around Ridazz HQ, getting ready to head out to the Lower 9th.
Inside the power plant, climbing up to the roof. The consensus seems to be that it's "amazing," "crazy" and "holy fucking shit!"
At Neutral Ground coffee shop after that unfortunate incident with Jesus, Roadblock jams on the guitar and bass with the locals. Snook and the gang provide accompaniment. Meanwhile, nathansnider and sexy discuss the sad state of like, y'know, the Ridazz forums.
Also, an outtake from disc 1, which a lot of you have already listened to, apparently. A gypsy kinda band on Frenchmen street was playing Blue Angel, and I misheard the first line of the song as "Your momma never told you how you was born, Katrina girl." It makes the song like 10 times more interesting, thinking that it's casting the hurricane as some kind of lonely bastard child.
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