Black Cat NOLA Tribute

NOLA Tribute

Post and photos by Punch Pulse Correspondent Niki Clark, www.see2photography.com

Now although my cousin Jacob argues vehemently that growing up on the Northshore of Lake Ponchatrain does not a New Orleanian make, I consider myself one. So it was with much anticipation that I approached last Monday’s Future of Music Coalition (FMC) All-Star Benefit for New Orleans at the Black Cat.

I’ve been to these gigs before. There’s a bit of second-lining, maybe some Mardi Gras beads, perhaps a little “Iko Iko” and a lot of “Ya’ll having fun yets?” So to prepare myself in proper fashion, I headed pre-show to Desperado’s, the sister bar of NOLA’s own Port of Call for a couple of beers and a Cajun burger. But when I walked into the crowded upstairs at Black Cat, my preconceived notions of a good Louisiana show were all but shattered. Don’t get me wrong, it was a good Louisiana show, great I would even argue. It just was completely unexpected. Which, I guess, is one of New Orleans’ greatest qualities. You never know quite what you’re going to get, but it’s a helluva good time no matter what.

NOLA Tribute

The benefit, hosted by FMC and Air Traffic Control (ATC), showcased several of the artists who contributed to the critically-acclaimed compilation, Dear New Orleans. Produced by ATC for the fifth anniversary of Katrina and the floods, the show paid tribute to a city as unique as, well, the stream of musicians that flowed on and off the Black Cat Stage.

A few examples. Man walks onto stage. He looks rather, um, nondescript. Someone’s dad, slightly balding. The music starts and all of sudden he’s jumping around stage in crazy, uncontrolled motions while belting out tunes that echo Mighty Mighty Bosstones. That was Wonderlick. He ends the high energy performance with a “#$%^ You Katrina!” Associations with my father immediately leave my head.

NOLA Tribute

An Abercrombie model steps up to the microphone. The dj starts building the beat and then, seemingly out of nowhere, said-pretty boy starts rapping in fist-pumping fashion until the entire house is chanting “Rise, Rise, Rise.” And with incredibly engaging and thoughtful lyrics, to boot Johnny 5 of the Flobots.

A petite brunette with glasses shimmies up to the stage. She probably reads philosophy books while riding the metro. She pulls out a lime green guitar and tears it up and leaves the crowd in a sweaty dancey haze. I don’t recall her name as I was too busy complaining to my sister that Mom never encouraged us in any musical endeavors. She reminds me that neither one of us have any natural abilities and I ignore her.

So I was wrong. (I rarely admit this so enjoy while you can.) There was no Mardi Gras references, and although Bonerama upped the ante on every performance with their trombones, there was no Louis Armstrong-type solos. But it was absolutely mind-blowingly amazing. Just like (shut up, Jacob!) the town that I call my own.

Dear New Orleans can be downloaded here at www.dearno.la. You’ll soon be calling NOLA home too.

About Pamela Sorensen:
Pamela Lynne Sorensen is the founder of Pamela’s Punch, a leading source of information for the “who, what, when, and where” of Washington, DC’s elite social, professional, and philanthropic scene, which she founded in November of 2006. In 2012 she launched Pacific Punch, based in Los Angeles. Pamela comes from an extensive background in sales and business development from a variety of industries, has been involved with charities and fundraising for a number of years and holds several Board and leadership positions. She currently resides in Arlington, Virginia and when she’s not out on the town, she’s reading or writing while sipping fine wine, or traveling the country and the world ISO adventures, beauty, fun, food, style, libations, music, and the good life. Follow her on Twitter at @pamelaspunch.
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