Tag Archives: Hurricane Katrina

Thoughts on Time and Loss

A conversation yesterday prompted me to think about time and loss in a personal way. Think about it: as a musician, it seems like one is always surrounded by greatness in terms of performances and songs. Upon close examination, you … Continue reading

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Isn’t That Something?

Haunted by a hurricane that made it clear who does and doesn’t matter; you learn to keep your mouth shut, though the beer you’re drinking tastes like muddy water; You’re told just pretend that nothing’s changed because illusions tend to … Continue reading

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The Louisiana Post-Katrina Right Wing Blues

This used to be a quiet place northward from Baton Rouge, a sleepy set of boroughs where no one became confused; but now the world is changing thanks to Katrina’s deluge and Louisiana’s really learned the blues. It used to … Continue reading

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Nobody Wants to Hear

I could be bitter about all this shit or at least, start to doubt a benevolent universe; whine on in rhyme about storm clouds and sunshine that doesn’t come out ‘cept to drink up the water. My angst could flower … Continue reading

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The Undertow

Halfway up to Shreveport driving to outrun the storm I knew somehow there’d be no going back. There was no sign yet of water and the breeze was soft and warm but the skyline in the rearview mirror was black. … Continue reading

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To Let New Orleans Die

There’s a hole in the levee where my city used to be and there’s talk of the future in the papers, on TV but the truth of the matter is quite obvious to see nothing’s gonna be the way it … Continue reading

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Musicares and Musicrising

Don’t say there’s nothing good on television. The other day I was watching TV and a commercial came on that featured U2‘s The Edge walking through the toxic streets of New Orleans, picking up broken guitars. It then showed him … Continue reading

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