Idaho again... Mardi Gras in New Orleans

Pictured: A daytime Mardi Gras Parade on St. Charles Blvd.

Papa grows funk at the Howlin' Wolf

The sign out front of Foresters Club in McCall, ID

The Idaho Hills in all their splendor.


Well, it hasn't taken me long to neglect my blog already. It's been over a month since I've posted anything and much has happened since.
In mid February, I flew home to Oregon where I reconvened with my band for a short tour of Idaho. The tour took shape a few weeks earlier when I was asked if we could open for JJ Grey and Mofro (mofro.net) at the Knitting Factory in Boise. After a few phone calls, it became apparent that we could make it work and soon after, my flight was booked. The tour also took us back to McCall, ID, where invariably we are treated like kings. (see photo above)

Upon my return to New Orleans, Mardi Gras was in full swing. Parades snaked around the city for a week straight and time began mean less and less to me. When it finally ended, I felt as though I had traveled to a different planet and back.