May 10, 2012
by Geoff Shannon
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At The End Of (Laundry) Time

You are naked, save for your white
lace cartoon kitten underwear.
they’re all that’s left; the clothes
rise before you in a pyramid.

How did the pile grow so high,
the cotton, these wools and flannel?
You, bare, stare at the mound,
marveling as it rises skyward.

Voices echo in the hallway. Laughter,
mostly. The creeping morning sun
and our embrace keeps us warm,
here at the end of (laundry) time.

-G. Hunter

March 17, 2012
by Geoff Shannon
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Mardi Gras 2012: In 50 Parts

Mardi Gras 2012: In 50 Parts

 “New Orleans manufactures moments. It’s a tourist economy with something organic underneath, the best we can be as Americans: It’s a triumph of the melting pot, right down to the rhythms of the street! It’s black, it’s white, it’s Cuban, it’s Haitian. It’s our greatest export.” —David Simon

50. New Orleans night parades. The Friday evening before Fat Tuesday is my favorite night of New Orleans Carnival. The Krewe of Hermes, with their haunting artisan floats, and Krewe D’Tat, led by The Dictator with their floats featuring their hallmark conservative political satire, roll together. The flicker of flambeaux illuminates the night. The weekend tourists start to float into town, and whiskey serves as a good weapon against the biting February Gulf Coast air. It is, indeed, Mardi Gras time. Continue Reading →

December 26, 2011
by Geoff Shannon
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Graceland And Charm City

“So what kind of music do you like?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? How could you not know what kind of music you like?”
“Elvis. I like Elvis.”
“Elvis. Elvis Presley? The King?”
“Yes, Munch.”
“The King? (Performing a passable Elvis move:) Has left the planet.”
“The man was a god.”

Det. John Munch (Richard Belzer) & Det. Ned Bolander (Ned Beatty)
“Smoke Gets In Your Eyes”; Season 1, Episode 8, Homicide: Life on the Street

The basement bar in Baltimore’s Lithuanian Hall carries Viryta, a thick honey herb liquor with East European roots served in thimble-sized plastic glasses for $3 a shot. It sticks to your tongue and the inside of your cheeks when you drink it, and you can’t help but wince, though the taste is warm and full.

They also sell Utenos and other imported Lithuanian beers, though I prefer to chase my shot with $1 Yeungling draft beers. The square basement bar where I’m standing at shimmers with a lacquer finish, and mirrors cover the four sides of the bar back. They reflect the silver bouncing from a twirling mirrorball above the linoleum dance floor that serves as the focus of the otherwise dark room. The only other source of light is a radiating fish tank and a bulb inside a pull-handle cigarette dispenser near the basement stairs, which lead up to the brighter floors on top of us.

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October 13, 2011
by Geoff Shannon
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G. Hunter’s Intimate Guide to New Orleans

You are staying in the French Quarter? You will want to walk down Bourbon Street on your first evening in town, starting from Canal and heading to the start of the gay bars, just past Tropical Isle. Walk slowly, drink a Big Ass Beer, or better, a Hand Grenade from Tropical Isle (but drink only one). Avoid the puddles and shadier strip clubs, watch for pick pockets and don’t wonder north of Dauphine Street. Duck in to the shitty karaoke bars, but don’t buy drinks there. Pat O’Brien’s, home of the world famous Hurricane, and, a little further back, Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop, a dark piano bar, are the best place to grab drinks on Bourbon.

Upscale Quarter restaurants include NOLA, K Paul’s and Bourbon House, among others. More casual places to try include Crescent City Brewhouse (porkchops), Pierre Maspero’s (fried seafood, crawfish) and Fiorella’s Cafe (fried chicken). People like Acme Oyster House, though I never ate at the French Quarter location. If you want a simple coffee shop, Cafe Envie on Decatur is a regular’s hangout that serves great breakfast, and stays open through the night. Also, you will want to do Cafe Du Monde once.

You will want to drink. I start off my French Quarter drinking at Molly’s at the Market, on the backend of Decatur Street. This is a simple place, with a solid jukebox, good, simple New Orleans food, and cold beer. Molly’s serves as a gateway to my favorite place in New Orleans, Frenchman Street, the gateway to the Fabourg Marigny. This is the block to catch live music on Friday and Saturday nights (though there are shows there all week). The half dozen clubs on this strip feature great bands and only rarely do they charge cover. D.B.A., Dragon’s Den and Blue Nile are the favorite joints.

The Warehouse District is across Canal Street behind Harrah’s Casino, walking distance from the Quarter. There are some fabulous restaurants and bars here, including the Circle Bar, Lucy’s Retired Surfers Bar & Restaurant, Howlin’ Wolf, Cochon and Emeril’s original restaurant.

Take the St. Charles Ave. street car and head Uptown. This is one of the most scenic rides in the America, and dare I say, the world. Eat at the Trolley Stop Cafe for 24-7 diner food, or drink at Igor’s, a few blocks from my last New Orleans apartment. Order the Bloody Mary. Audubon Park is further up the line, across from Tulane and Loyola universities. Get off the Street Car and walk around the park and Tulane.

The Riverbend is further up the line. Camilla Grill is solid, and for oysters and beer I go to Cooter Brown’s, just across the street from the Mississippi River levee. Oak Street, another solid block of activity, is a few blocks away. If you arrive early enough (about 4 p.m. or so) you can get a table at Jacque-Imo’s, one of my favorite restaurants in the city. Try the crawfish alligator cheese cake. Next door is the Red Maple bar, my personal favorite music club. They don’t rock and roll until 11 though, so keep a taxi number handy if you do stay. If it’s Tuesday, you have to stay for Rebirth Brass Band.

Take a taxi, or better, walk from St. Charles Avenue through the Garden District to Magazine Street. This is the city’s boutique district. Plenty of shops, high-end food spots,and good bars including Balcony Bar and The Bulldog. There’s a dirty music scene at Les Le Bon Temps Roule, though it’s hard to get to at night without a car. Ms. Mae’s is another wonderful, dirty bar, at the corner of Napoleon and Magazine Streets. If you’re looking for non-New Orleans food, try Juan’s Flying Burrito at the far end of Magazine, closer to downtown. The Half-Moon Bar & Restaurant is across the street.

Explore on your own, keeping all the precautions of big city living at hand. Take French Quarter tours, or Garden District Tours, as these are good ways to see the city. Watch Sunday’s Saints game in a bar, you’ll enjoy it more.

September 13, 2011
by Geoff Shannon
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Natty Boh Cap Game: No. 230

In honor of Baltimore City Election Day, we bring back the Natty Boh Cap game. Honestly, anyone figures this out you get something I’ve stolen for your living room. Get ya vote on, then solve the Nattyy Boh Cap puzzle.

September 11, 2011
by Geoff Shannon
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Man-Acting: G. Hunter’s Summer Film Festival

I did not pick the movies in G. Hunter’s Summer Film Festival for any particular style or theme. They were just on a mental list of films I’ve wanted to watch. One by one, over the course of the last three months or so, they arrived from Netflix, and I burned through them. Not until recently did I look to see if there were any consistent imagery, themes or storylines that would connect these movies.

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July 20, 2011
by Geoff Shannon
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John Waters: Role Model

“I hate to think about it – what will happen when Johnny Mathis and I die? Who will guard my humble tawdry belongings? – John Waters, “Role Models”

I, too, wonder how Baltimore will react when one of its favorite sons, John Waters, goes six-feet under? What will that landscape look like when our Father of Filth makes his way to the great beyond? Continue Reading →