Raising The Roof For The Big Easy

bojon compadre and perennial new orleans jazz fest charger, jim stanford, is throwin' down a gig in his home town of jackson hole, wyoming this friday (sept. 30) to raise money for the victims of hurricane katrina. chip in to the cause if you can, and think good thoughts for a smooth and bountiful shindig!

here's some background info about the event that jim sent around:

Mangy Moose to "Raise the Roof" for hurricane victims

JACKSON, Wyo.: Recognizing New Orleans' rich musical heritage, the Mangy Moose Saloon in Teton Village will host a benefit concert on Friday, Sept. 30, to help the city and its musicians recover from Hurricane Katrina.





"Raise the Roof: Jackson Hole's Benefit to Rebuild New Orleans" will raise money for a pair of nonprofits working toward a sustainable future for the region. Proceeds will go to Habitat for Humanity, which is spearheading a widespread rebuilding campaign in Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana, and the Tipitina's Foundation, which is helping New Orleans musicians recover.

Area businesses are donating dozens of prizes for an auction and raffle at Friday's show. Among the items to be auctioned are a Weekend Warrior ski pass, valued at $700, from Jackson Hole Mountain Resort; a whitewater kayak, valued at $800, from Snake River Kayak & Canoe; and a fine art print by wildlife photographer Tom Mangelsen, valued at $500. Also to be auctioned are a pair of handmade wooden bookshelves crafted by carpenter Eric Huyffer and the original "Raise the Roof" poster art by Amy Ringholz.

Music will be provided by House of Vibe Allstars, a ska and funk band from Los Angeles. There also will be a New Orleans-style jam session of Jackson Hole musicians, featuring members of Mandatory Air, Soul Impressions and other special guests. Showtime is 9 p.m. Tickets cost $20, which includes raffle entry.

"We want to give back to a city that has given so much to us through music," says Dom Gagliardi, Mangy Moose music director. "Whether we realize it or not, all of the jazz and funk we have ever heard has roots with New Orleans musicians."





The goal of the benefit is to help residents of the Gulf states move out of shelters and rebuild their lives. Habitat for Humanity is planning to build thousands of homes in "Operation Home Delivery," possibly its largest construction project ever. New Orleans musicians Harry Connick Jr. and Branford Marsalis are serving as honorary chairs of Habitat's rebuilding effort.





The Tipitina's Foundation, a 501c(3) organization committed to the cultural preservation and reconstruction of New Orleans, was formed in 2002. Since its founding, the foundation has raised money to provide instruments for underprivileged children in New Orleans classrooms and business training and tools for New Orleans musicians. In light of the disaster, the Foundation has shifted its focus to providing housing and jobs for musicians, as well as clothing and instruments.

A "Raise the Roof Fund" has been set up at the Community Foundation of Jackson Hole to accept donations. For more information, visit www.tipitinas.com, www.habitat.org,or www.mangymoose.net.

Speich Happens

yep, believe it or not, brother matthew made to his wedding on time.

but not without locking his keys in the trunk of his car earlier in the day. along with the wedding rings, no less.

speich happens.

but speich also overcomes, and when the lovely ms. rachel said "yes," it was official.

the happy couple tied the knot on the west side of oahu at the Ihillani Spa & Resort. the setting was pristine, and the food was outstanding. great way to cap off a glourious week on the island!

Oahu Invitational Bocci Tournament

all eyes were on the prize as the oahu bocci ball tournament kicked into full effect here on the island.

early rounds were held at the kailua beach park which featured short cropped greens that made for long, fast rolls and undulating grassy knolls that set up wicked breaks and prime-time gallery seating.

the tourney brackets held true to form as the top four seeds advanced to the semifinals which were held on the hallowed grounds of the lanikai bocci compound.

in the first semi, the team of brown & white edged TA & JD in a hotly contested affair. and then, in the second semi, the upstart team of speich and hendrix came from 13-11 down to upend the #1 seeded team of cox & thaan, 15-13.

the finals appeared to be a blowout as the team of brown & white took a commanding 11-6 lead over the cinderalla team of speich & hendrix.

however, just as their fairytale run seemed about to come to an end, speich & hendrix miraculously turned the contest around and doggedly pulled out a stunning 15-12 victory. to the victors came the spoils, and the freshly crowned champions reveled in their new found glory.

Aloha Spirit Running Deep...

a good day... by all standards...

Looking for fun and feelin' groovy. Ba da, Ba da, Ba da, Ba da...Feelin' Groovy.

From Lanikai to Waikiki

grand times here in oahu chillin' with a cadre of OGs.

caught a beautiful sunrise over the twin islands of mokumanu and mokulua...

kicked it on the pristine beachs of lanikai...

took in a glorious sunset in the uber popular waikiki...

and mixed it up with the crew at the compound well into the eve...

Live From Oahu

clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right...

Flightplan

Burning Man: Psyche - the Conscious, the Subconscious and the Unconscious

ah yeeeessss, my friends, an outrageously glorious excursion to the playa!

20th anniversary of The Burn, and black rock city was BUZZIN'.

there's a strong connect out there in the dessert. everything's electric. i mean, tricked out electric. and alive. so alive.

and yet there's no electricity. and next to no living things. an occasional moth perhaps. and the good luck dragonfly who selectively dive bombs the chosen few.

one guy said he saw a bird once. but he changed his story thrice under cross examination.

be that as it may.

it's the people. super creative, curious, communal people. getting it on in the middle of nowhere. brilliant.

yep, this year was clever.

we blasted into black rock city wednesday morning and threw down our camp on ego around 8:25 (props to our early settlers who styled us with premo real estate).

and then everthing went dark...

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ROOKIES... let it be said: this year's freshman contingent was strong. SO STRONG. we had a recruiting class like you dream about, and it mattered.

after you've been to the playa a few times, the sight of a fire breathing gorilla on stilts barely raises an eyebrow. that's where the rookies come in. fresh off the boat, it's all new to them. their enthusiasm fuels the fire. but more than that, this year's crew brought skillz, drive, and pizazz. a privledge to piggy back on their first ride.

ART INSTALLATIONS... man, the art was back this year. big time.

all sorts of cool stuff to check out, from the passage to the boulder and everthing in between. cheers to the gifted out there who make the effort.

Dicky took the prize for my personal favorite. this cat built a shack the size of a dormroom and lived on the playa with four glass walls for all to see. didn't go out once, ala the boy in the plastic bubble. my, oh my. can't wait to get my Free Dicky! bumper sticker.

THEME CAMPS... 477 or so theme camps, all of them with a different angle. yoga, yogurt, ice, ice cream, war, warlocks. it would take a month to visit them all. or a year.

the deep end ruled again this year and remains the best happy hour on the playa, if not the planet.

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ART VEHICLES... a dobule decker caboose, a ferris wheel, a flame throwing grapefruit, and two darting cup cakes. and that just captures what i saw on one trip to the bathroom.

one of these years we need to have an art car of our own. something to shoot for.

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THE TEMPLE... the temple downsized this year. and god damn if that wasn't exactly perfect.

the temple's been a dominant force the last few years. bigger and grander each year. rife with meaning. the temple's the new man, some said. many felt. but what's the temple all about? life... honoring, remembering life. whatcha gonna do next should never be a question. the temple the size of a doll house weighs the same. let the man have his day. long live the temple. and shine on brother duffy. shine on.

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THE MAN... yes, yes, the man went down. as he must. has to... so we can do it again next year. save the man, burn dicky.

but did you see how he caught himself after the first push? cockeyed but still cocksure. goin' down, but not without a good long stare, deep deep into the our souls. i'll see you on the other side, my friend.

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SUNRISE SALOON... but really, this was the year of the saloon.

think outter playa. and then keep going. you know, out by the boundary. due east. where the sun also rises.

bitches, i'm normal

not a whole lot to it. doorframe, bar to the right, card table to the left. key ingredients: western doors. crickety sign. whiskey.

and, oh hot mama, it was jelly.

whiskey, whiskey, and whiskey

our first visitor trickled in during set up. should have snapped a picture. never really expected to get more than a few stragglers given our remote locale.

one for the road

officially, the saloon was open from 5am til 8am (more or less).

but there were no officials. and open just meant you were there.

and with a capacity of 40,000, we had room to breathe.

the first night we left a bottle of jack on the bar with two shot glasses.

next morning, the jack was gone. and a nice bulbous bud was left as a tip.

and morning 1 was... a surprise. we were not alone on the fringe.

customers.

charlie, what's the special?

shot and a carrot

it was cold that first morning. cold in that the two mile ride to the saloon was cold.

but fun. and fun and fun and fun.

no burners

and things spiraled on from there.

an organism was born, and a life of its own ensued.

in retrospect, we lost control of the saloon the second we put her down. bigger, Bigger, BIGGER than us.

ladies morning

morrning 2 was rowdy roddy piper.

regulars surfaced. rituals formed. and it was right f-ing on.

but alas, paddywhacks or consequences?

consequences.

battle stories galore. good ones. trump cards, depending on the company. a few casualties along the way. but happy endings for all. thankfully.

uh, so, whiskey, whiskey, and whiskey. what got ya?

whiskey.

ah ha.

A-corn and i rode out to the saloon late friday night, but we couldn't find her. we were just trolling the outter playa coming up empty. hey, let's ask these folks, "have you seen the sunrise saloon?"

oh, well, yes. it's right over there.

bunch of jackasses. of course the well-lit entity they were pointing toward couldn't be the saloon. we only have one light at the saloon.

and it flickers at best.

but ok, let's go see.

a closer look, and oh my. a chuck wagon. with a generator. and xmas lights all over the bar. the saloon is decked out. and shining.

you' ve been here for 5 hours?

topless girls dancing on the bar?

shots of hams?

did he say hams.

i've got tools

day 3 was the biggest.

pumpin, pimpin, double decker sweetness.

peaking.

and that's right, wisconsin, with that deep ten gallon lid. serve 'em up.

and ride the snake... to the finish line day 4.

use the door

and a 15 foot character on stilts did just that. and if i ever find that disposable camera, i'll have proof.

yes, yes, and yes.

shout out, good patrons, wherever you may be.

and stay out

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sobering news upon arrival back in reality. a smacking Katrina of a hurricane punished th Big Easy.

not good.

and how to reconcile in the wake of the ludicrous debachery we just experienced?

of course you can't.

but we care. we care from the heart.

an article in the sf chronicle actually addressed the issue head on. and the scribe, mark morfor, shaped it right.

life is fleeting. get it when you can. as best you can:

Burning Man is nothing if not all about the celebration of life, the illuminaion of the spirit and the glittery determination of the human soul to find raw joy in the world no matter what...

more. more. more of that.