Ugh, and yikes I am so full I can barely move. I am NOT shopping today, Black Friday or not. Actually, I am in New Orleans and a stroll down Bourbon Street might be just the thing to walk off the overeating of it all. I am appalled, because New Orleans is not a city that you want to be ‘too full’ in. There are $2 pancakes at City Diner- bigger than your face, there are hamburgers reminiscent of your youth at Bud’s Broiler for $3.65, there are beignets at any hour of the day or night. Po’ Boys and muffalettas, and gumbos and it goes on and on. But I am full, and I don’t want any more food! But I am in New Orleans, so maybe the music is the subtext. Last time I was here we posted a song that referenced NOLA, and so it is again today.

Eric Brace and Peter Cooper - I could fill the page with good things to say about them. I am so impressed with the projects they have taken on, they are following their hearts and making some music that will last, like the thing they did with Lloyd Green and Mike Auldridge called the Master Sessions, and the tribute album I Love: Tom T. Hall's Songs Of Fox Hollow. Today’s tune speaks to another kind of permanence, the tattoo. And Grandma, incongruous as that might be to ponder. Today’s grandmothers may have had a wild night on the gulf coast back in the day, and wound up with the Batman tattoo in question, somewhere where it doesn’t show. Oh hell, I’ll let them tell it. Eric Brace and Peter Cooper from the Music Fog Fall Marathon in Nashville with the opus, “Grandma’s Batman Tattoo.”

- Jessie Scott