A Column by John Sinclair
If all goes well, by the time you
read this column I’ll have completed my 5-month residency at the New Orleans
Institute for the Imagination and be back in Amsterdam to start the summer.
I’ve had a great time in the crescent City, spending many quality hours and
days with my daughter Celia and my hosts Frenchy the Painter (uptown by Oak
Street) and Jimmy Cass (downtown in the 9th Ward), playing some gigs
with Tom Worrell and with Carlo Ditta, sitting in with Henry Butler and Glen
David Andrews, and smoking consistently excellent illegal weed provided by one
of my oldest and dearest pals.





