Tuesday, October 6, 2020

Family Tree

 

2020 has not been much about Festive Living.  It's more about quiet living and reminiscing of festivals from the past, dreaming of when we can go back to them.  This year during the cancelled Jazzfest weekend, I made a big board of all the "Lagniappes" that people have given me over the years,  and hung it on my wall to remind us of the good times.    Last week I was saddened to learn of the  passing of Joe Perez, aka Big Chief  Pony Dancer, who is tied to many of my festival experiences and had given me many of the buttons and other trinkets on this board.



 There are two sides to my festival family,  which I will call Home and Travelling.  “Home” includes all the  northeast festivals stemming from RI Cajun/ Rhythm and Roots, Grey Fox, and more.  Travelling  festivals are the New Orleans Jazz Fest & other destination festivals around the country.   As a founding member and face of the Petdekat Krewe,  Joe was at the top of my Travelling festival family tree.  Back in 1998, preparing for our second trip to New Orleans Jazz Fest together,  My husband Joe and I were searching for information on the internet, using the first computer we bought the prior year (which was so expensive we couldn’t afford a return trip to Jazz Fest in 1997) .  We came across the Jazz Fest Forum, a chat board hosted on the Jazz and Heritage website.  It had a purple background with white text so some people refer to it as the Purple board.   Here you could exchange all kinds of festival info and travel tips with others from all around the country.  They had handles or nicknames, usually incorporating their home state or city  like Stevemiami, Neenatlanta, and Bethesdaboy.   There was one named Ponydancer who was always talking about something called Petdekat.  He and stevemiami were selling T-shirts online with a really cool design of a sax-playing cat partying late into the night.  On the back it said “Petdekat Krewe”.  While we were a little skeptical of dealing with people online, we wanted to get the shirts and meet some of these people, so we sent a postal money order to a  Florida address  and received our shirts in time for fest.  That year, wearing the shirts at the fairgrounds, we met dozens of other like-minded folks from all over, and that was the beginning of our travelling fest family. 

Over the years, the Petdekat Krewe, whose mission is to seek out live music and have fun in a “loosely disorganized” fashion,  put together many events and get togethers, like crawfish boils in Audubon Park on the Tuesday between festival weekends, shows at night clubs, group dinners at restaurants.  Joe was at the helm of many of these events, with help from other members.   Because of Joe and Steve and Petdekat Krewe, I had an instant family of festival friends from all over.  While most of the meetups centered around New Orleans Jazz Fest every year, we could also go to festivals in other parts of the country and hook up with other people from the Krewe that we had initially met in New Orleans and communicated with through the online chat forum in the off-season,  learning about festivals in other states.  We  travelled to south Florida a few times for blues festivals and most memorably the Fiesta Tropicale, which was a New Orleans themed music festival and Mardi-gras style celebration in Hollywood Florida in February.  This was my favorite memory of Joe – as he rallied the krewe to be in the parade with floats, costumes, beads etc.    





Some of the musicians playing at the festival, and the out of town folks,  stayed at the same hotel and it was there I met the NJ branch of the PDKK.  There are so many friendships that grew out of the Petdekat Krewe.  Because of the PDKK, we could go to a festival anywhere and usually find people to hang out with, and get some knowledge of the local area, which always makes it better.  We went to the first Austin City Limits festival because of a tip we got on the board, from Swag, and hung out with him when we returned 2 years later.  In 2006 we went to the Tall Stacks festival in Cincinnati OH based on another PDK tip, and had a great time with Bryan, Patti, Greg and Kathie from Canada, and Rhea (who has since passed).  The Threadheads, a broader, more organized festival group with a philanthropic side, arose out of the Petdekat Krewe.  It was through PDKK  I first met Jenn and Dave, who lived in MA for a while before moving back to New Orleans and becoming the nucleus of many Threadhead gatherings.   Her “board name” was IBJamn so their home became known as Chez-BJamn.  Sadly, we also lost her 2 years ago due to illness.

On the fairgrounds,  Joe was an unmistakable character,  always colorful,  dancing around, passing out “Lagniappes”.  He also was in a marching krewe at Mardi Gras called Mondo Kayo and made many elaborate costumes for that.  There are tons of photos on the Petdekat and Mondo Kayo Facebook pages of him dressed in all his festive regalia.

Would he had lived longer if he hadn’t lived so large? Maybe… but then he wouldn’t have been Big Chief Ponydancer.    Fest in Peace, brother.   We’ll miss you!



Right: me with Joe at Mike Arnone’s Crawfish fest in NJ.  

Left, top to bottom:

1.      1. The last “lagniappe” from Joe, which I received through another original PDK Member,  at the 2019 Threadhead Patry.  
2.       Joe at the fairgrounds during Bruce Springsteen’s Jazzfest set in 2014.
3.       With a group of Kats including Neenatlanta and some of the ‘Lanna krewe.  I’m wearing my 2001 PDK shirt.
4.       Bluekat, Dave,  Joe Perez and my Joe in 2004, one day when the fest was rained out and people gathered at the Chez-B’Jamn


Friday, September 4, 2020

 

Friday September 4, 2020

Today is the beginning of Labor day weekend, and is the first time in more than 30 years that I am not attending the Rhythm and Roots festival at Ninigret Park in Charlestown, RI.  (formerly Cajun and Bluegrass festival).  In 1987 I went to the Cajun Festival at Stepping Stone ranch for a day, with a guyfrom work.  That relationship did not pan out, but once I saw Queen Ida and Beausoleil,  among others, I  was immediately swept off my feet in a love affair with Cajun and Zydeco music, and the whole festival vibe.   The following year I returned with some friends, again for just a day.  They liked it but were not as into it as I was.  Finally, in 1989 I decided to sign up as a volunteer, because it was free and I could camp out there all weekend.  The Sunday before I was going to the ranch for a volunteer meeting, and told Sara about my plan, and she wanted to join me.  So we both volunteered together.  I worked in the children’s area and she did staff kitchen duty. From then on I was hooked.  We went the next few years together as volunteers,  having the most fun possible in a weekend, with very little sleep and hardly any expenses, except for maybe a case of beer.   The Children’s area duty was fun but exhausting, (because some people would just drop their kids there while they went off to party) so in the following years, I moved on to the Information booth and Ticket Sales, while she stuck with Kitchen duty.   When I would return home on the Monday, I’d sleep and relive the magic of the festival in my head, riding the rhythms of the Cajun and zydeco music, the way you feel like when you return from a day at the beach and feel like you’re still riding the waves.  Back then, I would only see the other festival people once a year and it was so sad knowing  you’d have to wait a whole year to do it again.

In the early 1990’s another festival was born at the ranch, the Big Easy Bash, which featured Tex-Mex , blues, and other southern music along with Cajun and Zydeco.  With artists like Marcia Ball and the Subdudes, it had more of a New Orleans feel than the Cajun/ Bluegrass festival, which had more of a country vibe.     The first time I went to this one, I volunteered solo and this was the first time I did a whole weekend fest by myself, but not really by myself since I was part of the crew.   At the Cajun festival in 1991, I met my (now brother in law) Pete, and on 1992 I went with  (now husband) Joe to the Big Easy Bash, I as a volunteer and he and Pete as paying customers. By Labor Day they had both joined the crew with me, selling merchandise.  We did that and /or ticket sales  for the next few years up until the time the festival moved to Ninigret Park, in 1998.  That year we worked on the shower crew but decided to quit volunteering after that in order to have more time to enjoy the festival and hang out with our non-staff camping friends.   Every year we would get there at the crack of dawn on Friday morning, lining up to get inside.  Seemed like everyone would always stress over getting “their spot” but we all usually ended up in roughly the same area, and that’s how I got to know everyone over the years.  Every year after the music on the festival stages ended, I would jam with the people I was camping with, along with friends from  RI, Mass, Connecticut , NY, Canada and elsewhere.   Some of them I only  saw at this festival, while others I would come across at other jams and festivals during the year, which became more prevalent.  It got to the point where there would be a festival almost every weekend in the summer, sometimes 2-3 to choose from.  All good times, and all stemming from the Cajun & Bluegrass festival in RI on Labor Day weekend.  Around 2012 we started volunteering again, partly because I wanted to avoid the stress of getting there early Friday morning, since volunteers could show up a day early.

Now, in 2020, this is the first time I am missing out on this festival (along with all the other ones that have been cancelled or postponed due to the Coronovirus pandemic. )  I plan to meet up with some of my jamming friends for part of the weekend, and tuning into the live-stream broadcasts of past Rhythm and Roots festivals for the rest of the weekend as much as possible.  And hoping that everyone stays healthy and safe so we can resume our regularly scheduled Festive Living next year, in 2021!