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I started (co)blogging as NMC in early 2008 on the Folo blog, (with coblogger Lotus); that blog went on hiatus in March, 2009.
In 2005, I covered Fifth Circuit cases for the (now defunct) Appellate Law and Practice blog.
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Scott Barretta writes in the Clarion Ledger:
One of Mississippi’s oldest and most unique musical traditions is the fife and drum picnic, which has traditionally had its strongest roots in Tate and Panola counties. On Friday and Saturday the tradition continues with the Otha Turner Family Goat Barbecue and Picnic in the Como area.
Musicians at the event, [...]

Folks who love New Orleans live music (particularly of the brass band sort) probably know about Monday nights at Donna’s, a dive-of-a-bar on North Rampart that for years was a center of the brass band scene there. Donna’s and its near neighbor the Funky Butt made that part of Rampart a major live music destination at the edge of the Quarter.
I’d heard lots of talk that it wasn’t what it had been, but it’s closed now, and apparently neither it nor the Funky Butt (which closed just before Katrina’s, and, in spite of some efforts, has not reopened since) will ever reopen because of city zoning restrictions and political powers who are opposed to live music in that neighborhood.
Here’s what Offbeat reports about the demise of Donna’s:
The last mainstay of live local music on North Rampart Street has closed its doors.
Donna’s Bar & Grill, which has been the home of brass bands for almost 20 years, is closed forever.
“We’re done. We turned in our license,” said Donna Poniatowski, for whom the club was named. “When we went to city hall to turn in the license—which is something you’re required to do—the lady who accepted it even told me, ‘You know, now there won’t be any live music on North Rampart Street.’” Donna’s right to present live music was grandfathered in when the city prohibited new Mayoralty licenses (that allow live music). The other establishment that was grandfathered in was the Funky Butt, which closed prior to Katrina.
Donna and her husband, Charlie Sims, opened Donna’s because of their love for local music. Charlie cooked for crowds of people who loved his red beans and rice and barbecue, and in recent years Charlie ran the club. Donna has been teaching for several years since Katrina, full-time, at schools in Florida, and commuted to and from New Orleans. She told OffBeat in June that while the club took its usual summer hiatus, she was returning home for good because she’d managed to get a teaching position at the University of New Orleans. “I was on my way to New Orleans to sign the contract, and that’s when the [teaching] cuts were made by our ‘wonderful’ governor,” she said. Charlie, who’s now 75, experienced some serious health problems earlier this year.
But according to Donna, the main reason they decided to shut down the club is because of the condition of the building. “The building is in horrible shape,” she said. “We rent the property and couldn’t see investing thousands of dollars into a building that wasn’t ours. With all the rain we’ve had this year, the roof leaks and the ceiling is about ready to fall in. We just couldn’t see putting money into a building we didn’t own. We’ve had so many problems over the years, and the landlord just wasn’t interested in keeping up the building. So while it was a hard decision to shut down Donna’s, we just decided it was not in our best interests, given Charlie’s health and the condition of the building, which is just getting worse. We just couldn’t find anyone who wanted to take over the business, either. I asked Charlie if he wanted to try to find a new location, but his health problems and the fact that I’m in Florida was too difficult, so we both decided that we’re done,” she said. “We’re going to relax and enjoy each other’s company!”
Interestingly, the Funky Butt, which is owned by the same landlord (Cahn Enterprise), closed for the same reason. Sammie and Shanekah Williams were operating the Funky Butt prior to Katrina, but decided to close the business because the building was “falling apart” and needed a totally new HVAC system, which the landlord would not replace. Just prior to Katrina, the Williamses were trying to relocate the Funky Butt to Frenchmen Street, but Katrina squashed that effort.
After Katrina, another operator attempted to reopen the Funky Butt as a music venue but was prevented from doing so because he could not get the proper licenses to allow live music. The same will now apply to any operator who’d want to reopen Donna’s as a music club. So it appears for now—unless the city steps up to the plate and revamps the zoning on North Rampart Street—that music on the historic street that runs next to Armstrong Park and Congo Square is a thing of the past.
From our standpoint, this appears to be a serious problem for the music scene in New Orleans and for the attempts to re-establish North Rampart as a street that permits and honors local traditional music. We’ve discussed this issue many times online and in the pages of OffBeat, and suggest that the property owners on North Rampart and in the historic areas of the city need to be held accountable for their neglect of their properties. It may not be unlawful to let the interior of an historic property fall into ruin—as long as the façade appears to be intact; it may not be unlawful to enter into a lease with a tenant who can’t afford to make structural repairs to a building that produces income and supports the city’s cultural health and economy. But both actions seem to us to be morally reprehensible and, in fact, ultimately damaging to New Orleans’ historic nature and to the city’s culture.
It’s still hard to believe that a city like New Orleans, known for its music, would not take proactive action to create music venues dedicated to indigenous music, such as jazz and brass bands. Are we a music city or aren’t we?
A New York Times travel piece from 2001 describes Monday nights at Donna’s:
My doubts about New Orleans evaporated on my first night. It was a Monday, and friends who know the city had ordered me straight to Donna’s Bar & Grill, a modest- looking club on North Rampart Street, which forms the northern border of the French Quarter. The club, appropriately enough, is across the street from Armstrong Park, which is worth visiting not just because of its statues of Louis Armstrong and Sidney Bechet. Part of the park is also the former Congo Square, in the early 19th century the first place in the United States where slaves were allowed to congregate, sing and dance, and thus one of the venues where African-American music began to emerge. Once considered unsafe, Armstrong Park has been cleaned up and is now used for public events during the day and locked at night.
For more than a year, Monday nights at Donna’s, a midsize room with a bar along one side, have been the domain of Bob French, scion of a local family with a long jazz history, and his Original New Orleans Tuxedo Jazz Band. When I arrived, there was not a tuxedo in sight, but the place was full of deeply appreciative pilgrims who had come from as far as Canada, France, New Zealand and Japan.
Mr. French runs the band from his seat behind the drum set, and he has put together an ensemble of young players who manage the difficult trick of remaining faithful to New Orleans jazz traditions while still embracing new musical ideas. Anyone who thinks that the jazz played in this city is sterile, that it was left in the dust of the bebop revolution a half-century ago, should go to Donna’s on a Monday night.
Several of the players in the version of Mr. French’s shifting band that I heard — among them the trumpeter Leon Brown, also known as Kid Chocolate, and the pianist Davell Crawford, both of whom double as vocalists — proved extravagantly talented no matter where in musical history they stopped, from “Amazing Grace” to “C. C. Rider.” Kid Chocolate’s rendition of “Black and Blue” was the most soulful I have ever heard. ….
The two live music clubs of recent memory in that area– Donna’s and the Funky Butt are now apparently gone for good thanks in part to city zoning rules that bizzarrely enough prohibit live music at what has to be considered one of the most (if not the most) important neighborhoods in the history of jazz. A piece about this controversy in the Times Picayune has a quote that gets it right:
Famed New Orleans producer Cosimo Matassa once operated J&M Studios, which recorded the likes of Aaron Neville and Fats Domino, in the 800 block of North Rampart Street. He calls the lack of entertainment licenses on the street “anti-historical.”

More from the piece with the Cosimo Matassa quote is below the fold.
Continue reading Donna’s closes, apparently ending live music on North Rampart in New Orleans
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The headline, quoted above, tells the whole story:
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