Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Hurricane Katrina Musical Collage

Every citizen of this great country should be ASHAMED!

Sniff, and I mean it, I am crying as I type.

I love you and miss you so much, M. Help me, please.
Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans
Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?

Christ, M. (and you will always be M. to me), I NEED you to TALK to !!!!!!!! Just talk. I.am.your.FRIEND. Hate to pull rank, but I was there for you, faithful as a puppy dog (still am); find me, I need you. Not a lot of time, a year, maybe a little more. But ... More on my mind:

A year ago MY CITY was destroyed. My beautiful, decadent, rotting wrought-iron city. Gone, never to be the same again ...

You had to think of me when it happened. Lord knows you heard me tell enough stories about the place (remember the one about the balcony?). It gets in your blood, your heart, your spirit, soul, the very fiber of your being, as if it were a living, sentient breathing organism. Well it's on life support these days.

You know I actually went down there and volunteered for about six days last September. I felt I owed it to her, to give back for what she'd given me, my lovely old city that "care", and time, forgot. Long story, for another time ...

But I'm missing her and grieving over her, and missing you, ALWAYS missing you. You could always make me feel better, just talking.

I was always the only one who was content -- and Rapturous! -- just to have the pleasure of your company, just talking. You always sold yourself short in that area. Dumb, and boring, my ass. If you only knew, dear dear M.

Anyway, a couple of videos to mourn My City, lost forever, as just maybe you are, as well.

The fat cat developers will get what's left of her, buying up cheap land from poor battered people; ultimately, it will become sort of a Vegas of the south, but modern and cheesy (like Vegas); cut in half, the soulful exiled, only to find luxury high rise condos, casinos, white bread sleeze in the place of old, decadent charm. You wait and see.

I have tears in my eyes.

Sleep well, Beauty, I love you, and most defintely have not forgotten you.

And I talk to you Here to show you I will Not invade your life. Your reading Here is voluntary. I would never do that (impose, invade, whatever) to you. You should know well what I would Never do to you. And, frankly, you should be ashamed if you've ever allowed others to influence you otherwise. You know better. And you know me. Well.

I need you now. IM would be fine. jumpcuttsTM on AIM or Yahoo. And I'm in the book, as you well know.

And I don't give a damn if I make a fool of myself to others, begging. I know you, and your heart, as you know me and mine.

P.S. Say a little prayer for N.O. Those folks need it.