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...club’s music bridges nearly every taste, including funk, calypso, rock, folk, bluegrass, jazz, and R&B; so check the schedule at Johnnyds.com before going. The Hotspot went on a Tuesday night, and wasn’t expecting too much, since Tuesday isn’t exactly Mardi Gras at most clubs in Boston. After getting carded (Puritans!) and paying the $10 cover, we noticed two things: the attractive, brass-railed bar and the attractive, smiling bartender, who furnished us with an equally attractive beer. Onstage were a bunch of guys who looked like they were having...

Author: By Michael A. Mohammed, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: HotSpot: Johnny D's | 12/1/2005 | See Source »

...Bourbon Street in the French Quarter, the neon lights are flashing, the booze is flowing, and the demon demolition men of Hurricane Katrina are ogling a showgirl performing in a thong. The Bourbon House is shucking local oysters again, Daiquiri's is churning out its signature alcoholic slushies, and Mardi Gras masks are once again on sale. But drive north toward the hurricane-ravaged housing subdivisions off Lake Pontchartrain and the masks you see aren't made for Carnival. They are industrial-strength respirators, stark and white, the only things capable of stopping a stench that turns the stomach...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: New Orleans Today: It's Worse Than You Think | 11/20/2005 | See Source »

...begun, like fortunately few days that summer, with the smell of vomit and the sound of retching. Matt and Andrew had been out until 4 a.m. drinking on Bourbon Street—New Orleans’ main stretch, where, before Hurricane Katrina drowned the city, Mardi Gras beads were available year-round and brightly lit bars served frozen cocktails from spinning machines, 7-Eleven-style. But the vomiting was all courtesy of an anonymous roommate they’d met in the bunk beds of their hostel, a place called India House. They shrugged it off, washed their faces...

Author: By Elizabeth W. Green, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Eight Weeks in America | 9/29/2005 | See Source »

When we got to the café, we ordered frozen lattes and powdered donuts. To our left, a man whose entire body was painted silver stood on a block of plywood and posed. Behind us, another had draped Mardi Gras beads around his neck and propped a handwritten sign in front of him: MAKING ‘MONEY’ FOR MY ‘HONEY,’ it said. I pointed to the sign. “Yeah,” Matt said. “We’ve seen a lot of misused quotes...

Author: By Elizabeth W. Green, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Eight Weeks in America | 9/29/2005 | See Source »

...around the world are finally addressing the fact that there is nothing particularly romantic or fun about New Orleans’ desperate poverty and social inequalities. I don’t think they’re going to be able to forget about it for a while. The next Mardi Gras is going to be a lot more subdued...

Author: By Sara E. Polsky, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Storm Recasts Study of Gulf Coast | 9/12/2005 | See Source »

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