Monthly Archives: March 2010

New Orleans in a Moment – Three Odes

“[New Orleans] is capable of moments unlike any moments you’ll ever experience in life…Lots of American places used to make things. Detroit used to make cars. Baltimore used to make steel and ships. New Orleans still makes something. It makes moments. I don’t mean to sound flippant, and I don’t mean it to sound more or less than what it is, but they’re artists with a moment, they can take a moment and make it into something so transcendent that you’re note quite sure that is happened or that you were parts of it.” – David Simon

It is Halloween Night, and I’m standing on Frenchman Street, located on the border between the French Quarter and the Fabourg Marigny. my fingernails are painted black, my hair gelled in spikes. My friend Nic is wearing a studded leather dog collar, his girlfriend Abby towering behind him in a pair of thigh-high latex boots with six-inch platforms. The block is packed with Frenchman hipsters, dressed like pirates, gangsters, Ghostbusters, Teenage Music Ninja Turtles, a requisite drag queen or two. On an empty gravel parking pad to our right, a gaggle of young women, don fairy wings and dance in formation like a Greek Chorus. Up the block, where Frenchman meets Decatur Street at the mouth of the Quarter, the Second Line horns ricochet off the slumped over bars and brick rehabbed warehouses, a parade of lubricated costumers trailing behind, arms flailing to the bleeps. Neon signs and flambeaux torches flicker, casting shadows over the the bulging throng. One reveler stand in the middle, by himself, masked as a Dia de Muetros skeleton. His face and torso are hidden under a paper mache skull… Continue reading

Everything is Shiny, Always Gold…

I’ve been studying the two videos for Kid Cudi’s “Pursuit of Happiness” (accompanied by MGMT & Ratatat) like the Zapruder film. The song itself is haunting, but the videos are a master class in the weight imagery and music work together. One song can be a party-down number one moment, and a confrontation with a personal demons the next.

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What I Read: Clint Eastwood, Chicago’s Daley, Nola’s Treme

Out of the West“, Clint Eastwoods Shifting Landscape, The New Yorker

Clint Eastwood is a certified member  of our “Man-Acting” legends, and this article does a great job at understanding what makes The Man With No Name a solid-to-great director. A child of the 40s and 50s, Eastwood has deconstructed several mythological storytelling idioms of his day. Westerns (Unforgiven), Depression-era style Boxing stories (Million Dollar Baby) and especially WWII (Flags of Our Fathers and Sands of Iwo Jima), which needed to be humanized after the ‘Greatest Generation” lovefest that sainted a complex group of people. Continue reading

Ah, Mutton Bustin’

Hunter S. Thompson: On Sportswriters

“Sportswriters are a kind of rude and brainless subculture of fascist drunks whose only real function is to publicize & sell whatever the sports editor sends them out to cover…

Which is a nice way to make a living, because it keeps a man busy and requires no thought at all. The two keys to success as a sportswriter are 1) a blind willingness to believe anything you’re told by the coaches, flacks, hustlers and other “official spokesmen” for the team-owners who provide the free booze… and: 2) a Roget’s Thesaurus, in order to avoid using the same verbs and adjectives twice in the same paragraph.”

What I Read: Roger Ebert, Manny Pacquiao, Gamblers and Fear & Loathing

I spent two hours at”Common Ground coffee shop in Hampden, nestled down with a medium roast Zeke’s coffee and a stack of printed articles, magazines and local newspapers that I’ve been meaning to mow through but haven’t had the time or energy. Continue reading

Whiskey and Snobbery

“I’m made of Tennessee sipping whiskey and creative snobbery myself.” — Geoff Shannon