Before I start complaining about the Anderless AC360 on Thursday I have something new to share from the Planet in Peril site? Enjoy!
Wow! I didn’t see that one coming. When Soledad did the tease on LKL I was gobsmacked (to use an Andersonism). I turned the channel to Big Brother, but I kept switching back. I was just so sure he was going to be back in the studio tonight. Could it maybe be because he told us he was heading home? As he wrote in his blog post on Wednesday “But let's not forget that tomorrow the cameras will leave, the anchors will fly home (myself included), but the people and their problems will remain.” So if the anchors will fly home, himself included, then why wouldn’t I assume the vacation was over? I give up!
What I would have done if I was AC? I would have stayed in NOLA for this weekends Southern Decadence. What’s is Southern Decadence you ask?
The Southern Decadence celebration is a circus gone amok with wildly aberrant, unusual, motley, slightly crazy bunch of avant garde attitudes in drag; that congerie of costumed marchers who take to the streets of the French Quarter in a route only the Grand Marshal knows on the Sunday of Labor Day weekend. These strange creatures arrive mostly to imbibe of the grape; mostly to be outrageous and have fun doing it.
Not even the fire from a dragon's breath would keep participants and watchers from assembling in the 1200 block of Royal Street on the first Sunday before Labor Day for a celebration that has gotten bigger and more wonderfully insane each year since its casual creation in 1972.
That day, usually between 10 a.m. and noon, an unknown quantity of men and women, Gay and straight, begin to assemble at the corner of Royal and Barracks Streets. They will huddle on the banquette in front of a favorite Gay watering hole named the Golden Lantern, the Home of Southern Decadence, there for over 35 years. They will spill out into the street.
No one ever knows exactly how many will show up, but recent years have seen the numbers grow into the tens of thousands. By around noon traffic will have to slow down or detour because Royal Street will be overflowing with marchers mostly costumed in drag, scare drag and traditional drag, and any other kind of rig they can conjure up from their imaginations. You will see the playful, the whimsical, the pretty, the ugly, the satirical, the witty, and the obscene. But whatever you see, it will always be totally decadent. It's a scene from a Technicolor Fellini film extemporaneously created. It's a happening of haberdashery fit for an LSD Alice In Wonderland. It's a casting call for Lord of the Rings.
When the time comes to march, the Grand Marshal blows his/her/its whistle and the whole drunken, rowdy group weaves its drunken way down the streets of the Quarter, one year cutting through St. Louis Basilica when a Mass was in progress, another year giving attitude to the tourists in the lobby of the Fairmont Hotel, or on the Moonwalk, or wherever they can go. The secret route always depends entirely upon the imagination of the Grand Marshal. But it's always decadent, outrageous, and, of course, includes all the Gayle's bars and other favorites; it's always an extemporaneous demonstration of cutting edge freedom of expression, a walk on the wild side, a flourish, a smile, a brave conceit of the past.
Doesn’t sound like Anderson, but it does sound like fun to me.
A special thanks to Annie Kate for finding the link to an interview Anderson did on WWL radio in NOLA Wednesday. Enjoy!
Don't forget Tom Foreman's Anvil of God is on Friday night. Have a great weekend everyone.
credit for Southern Decadence information from NOLA.com author Keith I. Marszalek posted on August 28, 2007