Author: Chris Rose

Tribute Writers

  It seems like a lot of stories I write these days are about people who died. Dr. John, Leah Chase, musician Spencer Bohren and my former Times-Picayune colleagues Ronnie Virgets and Frank Donze, to name just a few from…

Mac and Me

  In a career marked by many strange phone calls – an occupational hazard for a newspaperman – one I got in the fall of 2005 was a true corker. The voice on the other end of the line was…

The Memorable Mr. Hughes

  School's out. And with the passing of this academic year, so goes the passing on of a local hero. His name is Mark Hughes, and the mark he left on thousands of New Orleans kids and parents is incalculable.…

Gutter Punks

I’m conflicted. I find myself re-examining a matter upon which I was quite certain my mind was made up with no chance of equivocation. At issue here are the gutter punks, that vast, unbeloved subculture run roughshod over the French…

Subject Line: Shelter in Place

  It's not exactly the surprise you hope to find when you check your in-box for the first time in the morning. The subject line to a recent email said: Shelter in Place at Freret Campus. My kids' school. The…

Goodbye, Railbird Ronnie

  When I was a cub reporter at the Times-Picayune in the mid-1980s, the sports section featured a brief daily racing column called Railbird Ronnie. Buried in the way back pages – even behind the fishing page – its eponymous…

French Quarter Security

Security has been a primary concern in the French Quarter ever since the 18th century when France dispatched its convict ships from Marseilles to its woefully under performing settlement in the New World with instructions to make something of the…

Jazz Fest, A Love Story

  Some folks have suggested recently that my writing has a tendency towards negativity. That I complain too much. So, for a final take on Jazz Fest 2019 (and to prove the bastids wrong) I want to talk about love.…

Ode to Ellen

The theme for this issue of the magazine is women. As I was wrestling with how to approach this topic, my significant other induced some clarity by asking me a simple question: What woman had the most impact on your…

Game of Zones

At the risk of topical overload, here's one more post about Jazz Fest, the city's High Holy Cultural Extravaganza. But this time, I want to talk about something much bigger than the music, much bigger than the food, much bigger…

It's That Time Of Year

  It's that time of year again. A season of curiosity, complaint and compliance. In other words: Jazz Fest. Herewith, as a public service, we offer an insiders Q&A to help you understand the many mysteries and negotiate the many…

This One Hurts

  Burning churches. Their images so often raise the specter of the worst of human impulse…

The Jazz Fest Landslide That Brought Widespread Panic

OK, let's pick up where we left off last week. First, a recap: Jazz Fest screwed its pooch this year by rearranging its world order to accommodate the Rolling Stones. If you read this blog then it's clear you've got,…

You Can't Always Get What You Want

  This week, we find our population divided neatly in half between those who are profoundly affected by the cancellation of The Rolling Stones gig at Jazz Fest, and those who feel the same way about the cancellation as they…

A Brandisher In The French Quarter

  My French Quarter walking tour has just ended. I'm walking back to my car, a skip in my step, a rare day's wage in my pocket. I turn the corner of Dauphine and St. Ann and there's a guy…

No-Call Zen

  Are you over it yet? And if you don’t know what “it” is, you should probably stop reading here. But really, are you? Over it? On one hand I keep thinking: People, this wasn’t Katrina. It wasn’t even Gustav…

Hunt for the Rising Sun

Japan is known as the Land of the Rising Sun. But America is indisputably the Land of the Rising Suns. I discovered this geographical curiosity when my beloved traveling companion invited me to join her on an upcoming business trip…

Sunshine Thunder

As the Louisiana tricentennial has drawn to a close, and Jazz Fest readies for its silver anniversary, it seems a fitting time to celebrate the Song of Louisiana. Er, make that, songs. If you ask most folks in Louisiana what…

March of the Bachelorettes

  It’s the holiday season. Time for all manner of celebration and convocation. The season for friends and family. For hearth and home. More than anything else, it’s the season for...bachelorette parties? Actually, it’s always the season for bachelorette parties…

Rediscovering Grand Isle

This will come as a surprise to those who know me well – perhaps even a shock – but I love discovering I am wrong about some things. I relish being pleasantly enlightened by new discovery. So let’s talk Grand…

Spontaneous Altars

  By now, it’s a familiar sight at the location of a tragedy or some other form of communal loss: The spontaneous altar. Candles, tokens, potions, holy cards, incense and other spiritual, ecclesiastical -- and often supernatural -- ephemera to…

America Up the Road

I have just returned from a summer road trip which established a new personal record: l was gone from New Orleans for the longest period of time since l first moved here in 1984 — way more than a quarter…

Recovery’s Long Road

My story begins like most. An injury. A visit to the doctor. A medical procedure. Painkillers. That was the late 1990s. There were pleasantries in the beginning, of course. A warm fuzzy feeling that is unmistakably benign. No pain. No…

Taking a Stand

It’s early summer in New Orleans and that means one thing: Who Dat, baby! While the rest of the country ponders heat and humidity, summer vacations, beach reading, baseball and backyard barbeques – and while the other Gulf Coast states…

Highrise Hijinks

Anyone who knows me knows I have an unsettling familiarity with and unbridled enthusiasm for profanity. And lately, I have been letting it fly. I have been dropping G-bombs like there’s no tomorrow. Because, who knows: Maybe there won’t be.…

Eye in the Sky

Remember that song, “Somebody’s Watching Me?” All I want is to be left alone in my average home; But why do I always feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone. I always feel like somebody’s watching me. It was one…