Music, Food and the Neal Auction House / May 2013
Yours Truly in a Swamp
Monthly column by
Leonard Earl Johnson
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Leonard Earl Johnson
Neal Auction House's Spring Estates Auction Catalog to show me two photographs by George Dureau. "These ran with your story in the Houston paper?" she told, more than asked. "Before gay NBA, Jason Collins coming-out?" she asked/said, dropping her cigarette to the boarding platform and crushing it with a red high-heeled foot.
"They did," I said, "twenty-some years before. When news flowed on ink, and photographs sailed on paper; and news editors would have known without looking it up that Jason Collins was not America's first big-time gay athlete."
Norma smiled, "Today's press got Collins chronology wrong without looking it up." We laughed and our train's whistle blew in the distance.
"For the crossing in Scott," I said. We stood and gathered our things.
What the Jason Collins news story told us was not only inadvertently how wrong they were -- press and public -- but, also, that there has been a sea-change, from Kopa to Collins, in how American's see being gay and manly.
"And long overdo," Norma opined inside a plume of Camel Cigarette smoke. "Was David Kopay as charming as Jason Collins?" This clearly was a question.
"Yes," I said. "Manly charming. Exciting. Think bull-force football. Tank-armor clad football. The guy who would take you dancing, pay all the bills, and get your uncle a green card, too!"
Collins is basketball charming
Think clever. Physical agility. Think brilliant youth you want to see advance the human race. (If you want a thrill, think two. There are two of them! The other is Jason's straight twin who is charming as his Brother.)
Kopay played one year for the New Orleans Saints, and comes back most every Mardi Gras. He was a favorite subject of his friend, photographer George Dureau. I met them both one year when I was newly home from The Sea. When we met, Kopay was living in Los Angeles, more-or-less retired from the public's eye. And Dureau was being seen increasingly in the pantheon of new art-gods. English art historian, Edward Lucie-Smith published a book about Dureau's photography and his association/influence on shock-photographer, Robert Mapplethorpe. Many attribute this nod from Lucie-Smith as Dureau's entree bon fide to world art stardom.
L. A. Norma and I boarded the train to New Orleans after spending the weeks following French Quarter Festival in Lafayette, Louisiana, the "Hub City," according to boosters, and a great place that is home to the annual, widely acclaimed Festival International de Louisiane, Lafayette. This year's was the 27th. What a time it was!
Think of those first Jazz Fests in Armstrong Park, where the gate was free, and you walked and talked; visited and boozed. When nearby restaurants abounded with great food, tables and chairs, and Gott-blessed shade was around every sound stage. That is how it was then and now, in Laughingyette.
At Pamplona Tapas Bar,
on Boulevard Jefferson, filmmaker, Connie Castille (T-Gallop, A Louisiana Horse Story) bought us Jack Daniels and spoke in full lack of detail about her next film. She introduced a Florida money man and a Bayou Teche Experience man. The watery route to film in French Louisiana, oui?
A Lafayette couple introduced us to four pretty young women from Paris, whom they had invited to Lafayette off their just returned-the-day-before Caribbean cruise aboard the M/V Carnival Conquest, out of New Orleans. Alas, they did not come over on the train, but they were loving Festival.
L. A. Norma told them we had sailed on the Conquest twice, and gave them a web link to Country Roads Magazine's story about our adventure. (Note: Country Roads editor says their link is in process of moving to a new server, and may temporarily not work. Sorry, try again later. = "Remarque: Le Country Roads rédacteur en chef a dit que leur lien est en train de se déplacer vers un nouveau serveur, et peut ne pas fonctionner temporairement. Désolé, essayez plus tard.")
We sat outside on the second floor, in the gallery's curve, nearly close enough to touch the Cabildo. Wow! Such views! Such food! Such Life!
Down in the Square we saw an Evangelical with an amplifier. Mostly he was ignored but several musicians and vendors approached him. Then a policeman. Another amplified preacher joined them. Then I got distracted by a man in a pork-pie hat with a spotted pig on a leash. When I looked back the two preachers were gone. A Lucky Dog hot-dog wagon lumbered over the curb. Leif Pedersen's 1944 Big Band music wafted its smooth sound from the tree-shrouded WWL-TV Stage.
We ate Turtle Soup, drank whisky, and watched two elderly ladies leading a little white dog wearing pink booties. Next, an Uptown matron-type tried liberating a sad brown puppy on a huge brown rope being dragged about by a disoriented young man in rags. The matron doubtless thought the puppy was getting improper care. The word on the street is that homeless folks can avoid police arrest if in the company of a dog, because police won't take them in and leave their dogs on the street. In the end, the sad young man kept his sad little puppy.
Rip and Marsha Naquin-Delain, publishers of New Orleans only gay newspaper, AMBUSH, and the only source of Big Swamp City's gay news for the main stream press -- what be left of it -- walked along with a bag from Rouses on Royal. Where New Orleans' First Couple shops. The Naquin-Delains are the First Couple registered in Orleans Parish as a legal Domestic Couple.
Jan Ramsey, publisher of Off Beat magazine joined me with news that her March issue, the one with "B*tch, get off me! Cheeky Blakk bounces back (always)" on the cover, had been disallowed distribution at two sites. She declined to name them. Cheeky Blakk is The City's leading practitioner of Bounce Dancing, and ghetto tongue slinging. She played herself in HBO's Tremé.
In the studio scene, with Steve Zahn's character, D. J. Davis McAlary, Blakk asks, "You want full ghetto!?" She then lets loose sounds that would singe any stiff collar. The Bounce? It is a dance where the supple bend and turn their rumps to the crowed and bounce them for the joy of all to see.