She came to me through four strategically placed holes- the bloody blonde- and she was yelling: “Can you believe it? This is real life- you live in New Orleans!”
And I knew it was true because behind her blurry lights blazed in fiery lines from the outstretched balconies and about us danced costumed trumpeters and snare drummers, cowbell players and trombones.
And I knew it was true because she told me and I had been thinking it for the past hour- “this is my life, I live here, this is happening”.
My friend said “close your eyes” and the he spit all over my mask because “it makes a good splatter effect”.
The band leader announced during a stop at a bar- “I hope you liked that one,” in reference to the fact that he just played ‘The Imperial March’ on the jukebox, “because it will be playing 5 more times”.
“It’s true,” his friend assured me, “He threw five bucks into the machine.”
I posed in front of the St. Louis Cathedral with my bloodied donkey mask and a woman offered us mushroom tea and a man gave us shots of rum.
So I’m in the Crescent City now and I feel like I’m on the cusp of a personal breakthrough. My brain is tumescent with ideas that need to be excised; I’m ready to crack open and spill out. I’m going to fill a room with self-portraits. I’m going to write songs and songs and songs and I won’t lose them to the ether. They’ll be cut out of my brain along with those idea tumors- placed into sterile mason jars and stacked in neat rows on wooden bookshelves that stretch to the top of my 15′ New Orleans walls.
The ’34th Street Wall’ is a Gainesville, Florida staple. It’s where people gather to remember those they’ve lost, to celebrate graduations and birthdays, to propose, and, always, to make art. Years of spray paint have caused the wall to expand out over the sidewalk. Sometimes gravity and weather become too much and past layers are exposed as the paint falls and flakes; occasionally one can pull off months of messages, memories, and missives in sheets that are inches thick. This is what it looks like underneath.
Listen to it! Download it! Sleep to it! Whatever!
I can almost promise one full listen though will leave you happier than you were before.