When a few years ago I first heard Mick Moloney talk about Ned Harrigan, the half of the famous early 20th Century team of Harrigan and Hart, who lived to an old age, enjoyed a brilliant career as a showman, and the esteem of everyone who knew him, I thought of Rick Delaup. Delaup has become the Harrigan of the 21st Century. The original Harrigan was the Harrigan of the song:
H, A, double-R, I, G, A, N spells Harrigan
Proud of all the Irish blood that’s in me
Divil’ a man can say a word agin’ me
H, A, double-R, I, G, A, N you see
Is a name that a shame never has been connected with
Harrigan, that’s me!
Last night I saw Rick’s latest Bustout Burlesque show at the House of Blues on Decatur Street. It has become the most entertaining, the most genuinely New Orleans experience to be had in New Orleans. This show is the experience people go to New Orleans hoping to have, but they stumble drunk down Bourbon Street instead because most don’t know about the series of sold-out variety shows Rick produces in New Orleans. The show is an all-out hit with locals and the few visitors who know about it. Over the years, I’ve seen the show grow from rough to polished. It’s ready for Broadway. But it would never be on Broadway. Rick took the show to Las Vegas once, but if you want to see it, you pretty much have to go to New Orleans.
This sign sits beside the HOB box office on performance nights. Rick managing things in the line waiting for the doors to open, below.
Below, after the curtains open, the jazz band plays briefly to bring the audience to attention for the show to start.
The multi-talented Athena sings and dances.
Dr. Sick was the emcee and performed a variety act.
Go Go MacGregor.
Go Go on her bed of nails.
Ashley, the contortionist.
Taking their bows.
Rick and friend Tabitha between shows.