The clip featured above is The Dead Weather at the Jazz Fest 2010.
Jazz Fest is perhaps one of the best 'holidays' in existence. It is a two week span in April/ early May where music, food, art, and heritage are celebrated. Jazz Fest, unlike other popular music festivals, does not take place at only one tent or stage. There are many tents featuring local artists and world known legends.
This year I planned a trip for the second weekend, missing out on a few big names such as the Allman Bros., Elvis Costello, and the first reunion of Simon & Garfunkel. I decided to plan my trip for the second weekend, because one of my personal favorites would be there...Jack White.
The first day my best friend from home and I spent our time eating, drinking, and just roaming from tent to tent. Oh, and we ate crawfish bread and daiquiris for lunch. yum! For the less fortunate group of people reading this blog, crawfish bread is a delicacy similar to a grilled cheese sandwich with crawfish and lots of seasoning inside. Underneath a sky of clouds, we watched Band of Horses, Galactic, and Pearl Jam play.
The second day was what I was looking forward to the most. It had finally begun misting, but it wasn't until later that the rain came pouring down...just as my hero, Jack White began to sing. We got to the tent where The Dead Weather would be playing later that day. We wormed our way to the front and center for Trombone Shorty (a young, local band) and stayed put until my lover came on. As you may recall from my post on the Woody Awards, I had seen The Dead Weather once before. This time was much different. The way they rocked it, the way rain was pouring down, and the amount of energy in the crowd; it was a truly epic performance.
After we went to dry off and get something to eat. I had an oyster po-boy not long after we passed a very drunk, tall, and alone Jason Spegel. In a bright purple shirt and trashed, he was not hard to miss. In case you are drawing a blank, he was in 'I Love You Man' and 'Forgetting Sarah Marshall'...don't worry, it took us a few minutes, too.
We closed out the fest with The Neville Bros., an old, local group that close the fest every year. And, we made a quick stop to a very crowded tent to get a glimpse of BB King. It was everything we expected of Jazz Fest, but as I get older I'm really beginning to appreciate days like these. As promised by my friend, it was an escape from reality...and, I sure as hell needed it.
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