Remembering Kaldis Coffeehouse in New Orleans French Quarter on Decatur from winter 1996 these days... Not to even to touch upon the totally wonderful Neutral Ground Coffeehouse music venue family... People of Kaldis...the gothic, mimes, tap dancers, street musicians like brass players of all kinds of course, guitar & banjo players, washboard & washtub players etc., writers, sketch artists (esp. poor sweet Dave, working his way out of being haunted by Quarter ghosts), painters, the kindly quiet mad mathematician, tarot card readers, restaurant & bar workers, deli folks, strip club workers, bicycle delivery guys (and the one bike delivery gal i remember at that time), one hacky sack street performer & his very great friend always tagging along & kicking with him, Kevin from Oregon, and lots of tourists who were constantly obviously understandably I guess startled & concerned to see such strange locals in this broad dark place we inhabited & haunted... There was constant inter-human (or so we approximated as much) interchange, no androids & soul-sucking devices like this one Im writing on now to ever divert us from the most beautiful creative unique city in the world... Finding a place like that where strange strangers never remained strangers long, becoming only pleasantly stranger because you got a chance to know them, spots like that have been nearly vanquished from Earth. A spot where folks walls are down and theres inter-humanity bouncing all around inside 4 walls of any public space is unspeakable radicality & extraordinarily revolutionary now. Was glad to seen the last remnants of it all.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 19:08:59 +0000