I just arrived in New Orleans this morning, where I'll be hanging out for about a week. I'm laying low for a while to do some writing, but this coming Wednesday I'll be speaking for the very first time in my hometown. (Details here). Interestingly, tomorrow night my brother Davy, the jazz ace, is also having his first show in New Orleans since Katrina forced him to flee and relocate in Brooklyn ten months ago. So it's an important span of time for the Mooneys here in New Orleans; we're doing double homecomimgs. I'll let you know how it goes....
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Food, clothing and shelter are generally listed as the three necessities of life. Close behind those three, in my view, is music. If I was forced to choose between being blind and deaf, I would choose blindness. That's how difficult it is to imagine living in a world without music.
"And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. "
- BoB Dylan
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I'm really proud of two of my old high school classmates who still live in New Orleans, Cory Morton and Hal Braden.
I keep hearing from people that they went back to New Orleans and there are still refrigerators in trees and undozed wreckage all over the place. Take some pictures and post them, won't you? The mainstream media seems to have totally forgotten about the place, and I'd like to know what it looks like before the next series of Hurricanes sweeps through.
I don't have a digital camera, but let me tell you, it is depressing here. I went jogging through City Park the other day. Piles of refuse everywhere, no one has bothered to pick it up. All of the stone benches lining the park are shattered, off their moorings, or tipped over. You have to wonder when this city will ever be cleaned up. My mother points out that all the trash probably won't move until it the next hurricane turns it all into projectiles.