Even the zombies were madly shaking a leg early this morning on Decatur Street. We saw this one at the House of Voodoo (620 Decatur Street) where he was imprisoned under the watchful eye of the very young at très belle Etsegenet. I think perhaps he, like us, had one too many cups of chicory coffee just down the street at Cafe du Monde. There were probably a lot of zombies all around the quarter this a.m. if the scene on Bourbon Street last night around midnight was any indication.
A thrilling welcome to the city. Our cab driver was from Haiti and the cultural anthropologist we met enroute to the hotel seemed to have an interest in Dead Love. She was definitely into digging.
—Erin Orison, DEAD LOVE/the Daily Slice