Thursday, April 23, 2009
NEW ORLEANS, PFISTER SISTERS, & FOOD
The Pfister Sisters are neither sisters nor named Pfister, unlike The Boswell Sisters, the trio from New Orleans who the Pfisters pay tribute to. Connie, Vet, and Martha Boswell were one of the most talented jazz vocal groups of all time, with close harmonies that were close to impossible. Debbie Davis, Holly Bendsten, and Yvette Volker are a staple of the New Orleans bar scene, and last night's twilight peformance at The Spotted Cat was a fine way to start the evening.
For 45 minutes the ladies harmonized, told stories about their travails as New Orleans artists, and also did a hula. The most irritating thing was watching Holly, the senior member of the trio, abandon the other two more than once during the performance by disappearing up Frenchmen Street to sip her cocktail, smoke a butt, and do a little shopping. Both Yvette and Debbie were clearly upset and embarrassed, and quite frankly, I don't blame them. Even The Cool Jerks, my fab band, are more professional than that, never leaving the stage and simply screaming at each other ON STAGE.
As we left and passed the Pfisters tip jar, my friend got her Brooklyn on and said to Yvette, "Can this money go to just the two of you?" Yvette just laughed.
ITEMS INGESTED (for those keeping track)
PRALINE BACON (that's one item)
BONELESS CHICKEN (slathered in something, gravy I think)
HUBIQ'S PINEAPPLE PIE