Valerie Sassyfras.
I come neither to bury nor praise Valerie Sassyfras. I saw her today and, as I usually do when she is about to to perform, I headed the other way. To say I am not a fan of Valerie Sassyfras is to overstate the case. I have a lot of respect for her. I just just can’t stand her music.
A little goes a looooooong way. I never again want to hear the song Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. Ah, Valerie Sassyfras. Just the sound of her name puts me in the same state of mind as when I taste a frozen daiquiri. Sweet.
Talk about a party dropper.
If you do not have anything nice to say, opt to say nothing. Your mother should have taught you that. I think that about the Freret Market every time I visit. This has nothing to do with the fact that Valerie Sassyfras was playing the Freret Market today. There is nothing unusual about that. She brings in the crowds.
I do not enjoy the Freret Market because I am not in the market for handicrafts.
I have no taste for the work of Valerie Sassyfras, you either love her performances or you hate them. As with most things, the work of Ms. Sassyfras leaves me bemused. Unlike with most things, I do not find my bemusement pleasant so much as irritating when Valerie Sassyfras’ music is concerned.
Valerie Sassyfras does bring in the crowds to the Freret Market. Everywhere she plays, really. Who am I to begrudge a small-scale local celebrity their claim to fame?
New Orleans indulges eccentrics.
I am sure Valerie Sassyfras is lovely in person. I prefer to not see or hear her perform.
I would say that Valerie Sassyfras is an acquired taste, but, just like the city she calls home, you either get it or you do not get it.
I get it. It is not for me. You might love her. Valerie Sassyfras is no Depeche Mode, I can tell you that. She is the apple in the cornucopia that is New Orleans.
We should review all the things that have happened today. Valerie Sassyfras. It is time to put up the paywall.