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I have to admit I was a little disappointed that Antoine didn’t close the deal with the lady at the airport. He practically had her top button undone just with a tip of the hat and a wink.
Hey, three episodes yet. He’s got time.
I almost didn’t use the photo because to me it really evokes the stereotype of a Black man being subservient to a white woman.
Which is probably just my honkie liberal guilt because yeah, Antoine is a bighearted smoove mover with his smile and big eyes, as previously discussed.
OTOH, I think that scene symbolized the big piece of the Antoine arc wherein he keeps having to swallow his pride and do the shuck and jive to put food on the table. And he keeps on doing it and I worry about him losing face finally and saying FUCK THIS SHIT. Because while that might be an awesome ‘as god is my witness I’ll never play another tittie bar gig ‘ moment, I just don’t think Antoine has the spine to straighten up and fly right long enough to hold down a real good steady gig, and I worry he would just get lost. Like I’ve said before, and others have too, he’s a good hearted loving man, and a good musician, but not the dependable, steady, hold down a real job guy.
I think that scene also showed us that the other thing that separates him from the pros higher up on the musician food chain is talent and ability. He’s good, probably better than a lot of the musicians trying to make it in the city, but he’s not quite good enough to make the bigs.
so, yeah, that hat tip gives me pause to think about Antoine’s pride. I hope he hangs on.
I mean, HELL, he still doesn’t even have a freaking case for his trombone. How the hell he going to get one of them high paying out of town gigs when he aint even got a CASE for his horn?
Yeah, but like Wilson the Mystic Cajun says, it’s not about the notes, it’s about the feeling. If Antoine doesn’t get better over the course of seasons, and learn to bring out the emotion in his playing, I’ll … I’ll … well, I won’t admit I was wrong, in any event.
Well, Antoine is in to having both of his bones unsheathed so it doesn’t matter…
I know the stereotype, and I know historically there is a lot of it associated with jazz musicians (Miles Davis used to criticize Louis Armstrong for “all that grinning”), but I didn’t get it from this scene. I could see the accordion player from the Pine Leaf Boys pulling the same shtick for this woman and it would be just as believable, without any racial overtones. And I think Antoine would have done the same if the woman was black.
There are two things going on here.
First, Antoine is a lady’s man. A compulsive girl collector. He’s going to instinctively charm the pants off this lady just because that’s what he does. If he didn’t have to finish out the set to get paid, I half expect he would have followed her out to share a cab.
Second, he’s a musician, an entertainer, and it was obvious that he felt like he was totally owning his audience. He was in his element, and yeah, he took the gig because he needs to get paid, but good gig or bad gig, it’s always a better one when the audience loves you. And he was very much into it, very much owning the crowd, until the Andrews brothers came and fucked up his shit by getting the whole airport singing along to their grandfather’s song.
I totally agree about his position in the food chain. Every week there’s always some motherfucker who’s more talented or more professional or has better connections beating him out of the good gigs, and he can never get a break.
He’s not unlike most working people in any field, like that, but for a musician, life below the top tiers is a really tough row to hoe.
To me that scene was much more about Shorty being back in town because 1) he’s the witness and source of embarrassment for Antoine’s two-bit gigs and 2) he’s the better musician, so Antoine will have even less chance at the good gig as long as Shorty’s around.
The bit with the woman just struck me as that’s how he do.
In related news, Melissa Leo is single and lonely:
(via Treme Jazz)
So, what happened to bouncer boy? Simon and crew don’t just introduce characters and throw them away.
And does anyone think they cut some scenes between Creighton and Toni that would have developed their growing rift better because they had to? Is that lack of chemistry/development partly editing decisions? Because everything else seems so tight, and you always have to cut somewhere.
And what the hell are we all doing Sunday night? I’m going to be on my couch starting at black glass and wondering what the hell.
If the BP protest goes badly, I’ll be in OPP Sunday. Otherwise I’ll be at the Green Goddess eating massive quantities of duck fat fries.
Li’l Bouncer’s gonna crop up as an enterprising young owner of a JP taco truck who gets harassed over there but finds it ain’t much better in Orleans.
And Folse, man, this is the perfect time for you to pick up a ‘bone and get to practicing.
Well, if they’re trying to stuff the 1,500 hundred people who signed up on Facebook into that steps/amphitheater thing it’s gonna end badly. I don’t think the NOPD will take kindly to us spreading out into Decatur Street.
I was thinking tuba, but I don’t know that I got the blow for that anymore. Anybody got an old mouthpiece they want to loan me? This may be the perfect way to quit smoking, just blowing into that think all day. Making farting noises all day at work could be fun.
Antoine is a lady’s man. A compulsive girl collector. He’s going to instinctively charm the pants off this lady just because that’s what he does.
He’s impulsively kind. Good in the moment. Ask and there’s probably nothing he wouldn’t do for you so long as you called him at 3 a.m. asking. Great at the grand gesture, giving the brand-new ‘bone to his mentor.
Absolutely horrendously shitty at everything in between. I wouldn’t be married to him for all the scotch in Edinburgh, but boy, would I love to be his friend.
I have that exact cap on order at Meyer’s in black and I’m starting to get pissed they haven’t gotten one in yet. Just think of all the opportuni OH HI DEAR. YES JUST WORKING ON THAT NOVEL OUTLINE. NO I’M NOT GOOFING AROUND ONLINE. REALLY.
What’s stopping you, Ray? Ask the woman out. 😉
I left word that my suggestion is Charley Parker; it is a good name for a jazzy bird.
Finally had to stop lurking and throwdown a few comments.
For the record, I am a former ‘OZ DJ and hardcore brass band aficionado. Unfortunately, I am also semi-permanently exiled in Houston (Belly of the Hydrocarbon Beast) until retirement or Powerball intervention.
Antoine’s way with the ladies is quite typical. To paraphrase John Hiatt, he thinks to much with his “little head”.
One of my (Name redacted to protect the guilty) brass band musician friends and I went to the Maple Leaf one night last year. This was not a Tuesday, so we were not in the Rebirth-Alternate-Universe.
My friend immediately went into the hard sell (pun intended) routine with a couple of ladies sitting next to us. I kept telling him to shut up, sit down, and listen to the music. He just wouldn’t listen. I will not go drinking with him any more because I know he will embarass me, and probably insult (or scare the shit out of) any attractive women sitting nearby.
The really talented (and lucky) players get the European and Japanese money-run tours during the summer. They are treated like stars on tour, and then the reality of NOLA smacks them in the face when they get back home. My friend interacts with local women just like he would with fans and groupies on the road, and doesn’t understand why the locals react differently.
One week they are playing in Switzerland, or on a Jazz Cruise.
Next week they are sweating in the sun and fighting over tips at Tuba Fats’ park bench in Jackson Square.
Some of the unlucky ones don’t get the overseas summer tours. Getting behind in child support payments is a very serious problem. I know several musicians who had their passports pulled because they ended up on the “Deadbeat Dads” list on the AG’s website.
** Listen up, Treme writers: This could be a possible plot twist for Antoine. He gets hired to go on a lucrative, high-profile overseas tour only to have his passport yanked when he goes to renew at the last minute before the tour.
Plenty more rants available, but that’s all for now….
Does anyone know who the actress is in the scene with Antoine at the airport. There is something very New Orleans about her. Either she is a very good actress or she’s local–or, of course, both. That scene had real charm.
“I totally agree about his position in the food chain. Every week there’s always some motherfucker who’s more talented or more professional or has better connections beating him out of the good gigs, and he can never get a break.”
ass kissing too.
get’s you a long way in these type of gigs.
if you’re percived as a team player and an alpha you get a lot of play.
irving comes to mind.
one more comment to antoines skills.
who ever plays his bone lines in real life for the soundtrack , they are bad ass.
no shit. that is some really good trombone playing.
I chatted briefly with her at the Benefit in March. Let me tell you- you’ve all seen it on the show, but when she smiles, her eyes light up like a Christmas tree. There is a LOT of light in there!
Stafford Agee from The Rebirth Brass Band plays Antoine Batiste’s trombone parts for the show, and yeah, he’s a helluvah trombonist. — Blake Leyh, music supervisor
@MF– I like to see you in your new hat with a trombone mouthpiece stuck in your mouth makin’ farty noises.
@Ray– Miles hated that about Louis, but Louis was high all the time.
Welcome, Blake! Thanks for the visit, and the answer. At least behind every charming Batiste, there’s some damn good playin’.
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I’ve been in love with Leo since Kay Howard. Actually, it was Kay Howard I was in love with. An AMAZING character completely different than anybody else on network television. SHE WORE A MAN’S SUIT.
Jesus how I loved Homicide.
Yeah, like many charming, seductive people, Antoine is self-centered and kind of an asshole.
Step back from the charm and look at what he’s actually done. Pretty much the only decent act was showing kindness to his mentor. Otherwise, he constantly rips off cabs (a dick move). He cheats on his girlfriend (another dick move). And he has no interest in his sons (worse than a dick move).
I think the show wants us to be charmed by Antoine, just like the ladies in his life. My guess is that everyone in the audience who finds him engaging (and I count myself in that crowd) will eventually feel betrayed.
Yeah, seems like Pops had the right idea. Miles was always pissed off at something or other.
She bears a very strong resemblance to writer Marda Burton who co-authored GALATOIRE’S -BIOGRAPHY OF A BISTRO with Kenneth Holditch. I have been meaning to check the credits on HBO On Demand. They roll so fast I need to freeze the frames to check the names.
Yes, it had to be Shorty of all people coming back, after his taking the Dr John gig that Antoine was after a couple of episodes back. Lots of completing the circle moments in Treme so far.
What Ray Said. I know tons of musicians in the same boat as Antoine. The ones that blast me outta my seat and I say if only MTV played ONE video of these guys, there would suddenly be a brass band rage all over the country, or a zydeco rage, or an OMG why haven’t we HEARD of these guys before rage.
As for charming the pants off the lady in the airport, uh huh. I may be old but I very well may have tossed mine into his tip jar and pointed at the lost baggage cubicle while my lips mouthed “Come on in there when you’re done!” I mean really, those eyes and that voice PLUS the hat tip? I say Antoine needs to set up classes for all the men out there who say they can’t get dates. He could teach ’em!
They’re all huge in Europe (and Japan). Waiting for the rain to stop under a Salzburg music store window’s awning, I turned around to see it looked like that of Louisiana Music Factory. A little town south of Frankfurt called Darmstadt has more jazz clubs than most large American cities and their jazz bands actually second line! My friend Thomas is a drummer in one of them (they charge extra for Saints, too). It’s America that doesn’t celebrate its own treasures.
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