Gordon McMurphy wrote:I re-read Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn a few years ago which in addition to being exilerating stories, they are very educative of those days, but aside from these books, I don't really know that much about this period of American history.
The history of the United States makes more sense, I think, when you break it down by geographical region. It is so vast that before the age of modern communication -- the telegraph, the radio, MTV -- it proved difficult for even its own government to create any sense of national identity. The Civil War, of course, looms large in the American consciousness, but Simon Schama's latest tome,
Rough Crossings, might be a more interesting place to start.
New Orleans has a fascinating history all of its own, passing backwards and forwards between the French and the Spanish, before Thomas Jefferson acquired it from Napoleon in what was the greatest real estate deal -- the Louisiana Purchase -- since the Dutch bought the island of Manhattan for a few baskets of beads.
By 1840, New Orleans was the third most populous city in the country; immediately prior to Katrina, it ranked 35th. The population continued to grow, but other cities grew quicker. (Another precept of modern economics -- unless something is growing at a prodigious rate it cannot be considered successful.)
Gordon McMurphy wrote:Ah, but the Jazz. Yes, staying there was worth it for the Jazz.
I have been a music writer for the last nine years, five of which I have spent covering the miniscule indie-rock scene here in New Orleans. Fuck the Neville Brothers, man.
Quintron is where it is at!
The jazz scene is for tourists, away-from-home students, and the odd 50-something professorial-type sporting a tie-dye T-shirt and a grey ponytail. In all honesty, who else gives a shit? Traditional jazz is a dead horse that the New Orleans Tourist Board has been flogging since the early '60s. You'd be so disappointed if you could hear the derivative, toneless pap they are churning out nowadays.
We had a good R&B scene in the '60s and '70s, but that is pretty sad these days, also. One of the biggest names in town (I doubt anyone else has heard of him) is a Londoner called Jon Cleary. His day job is playing piano for Bonnie Raitt. Wow.
Other than that, we have a lot of jam bands, and a healthy (somewhat of an oxymoron, I know) goth scene.
Gordon McMurphy wrote:Does the insurance company sending a letter saying, "As you live under sea-level, due to being ignorant of the immense potential forces of the ocean, we regret to inform you that we will not be imbursing you with payment for damage of your property," with a picture of the elevation of New Orleans from the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers department?
Actually, some 45% of the city lies
above sea level. That elevation map is a bit misleading. The cross-section is from the edge of the French Quarter, through Gentilly, to UNO's Lakefront campus -- the lowest section west of the Industrial Canal. And the water levels are shown at their annual peaks, not their usual levels. It is also worth mentioning that the elevation of New Orleans wasn't always so low. The city has slowly subsided over the last 100 years or so due, mostly, to the haphazard levee system design. Obviously, the place isn't safe because it did in fact flood, but I'm just trying to put it into some sort of context here.
But where in America is safe these days? The North East has recently suffered some terrible flooding of its own. The West Coast is going to collapse into the Pacific any day now. Florida is hurricane central. You can't live in Tornado Alley, or the Dustbowl. No, according to the neo-Nazi vigilantes, Idaho and Montana are the places to be. But they're not safe anymore because of the neo-Nazi vigilantes.
The insurance company has finally acquiesced to replace the extension roof, including the joists. (I think my girlfriend threatened them with a lawsuit, or a Paddington Bear stare, or whatever.) Meanwhile, we have five buckets collecting a constant drip-drip-dripping in the back room.
To finish on a fun note, here are some nice pictures of my old neighbourhood,
Broadmoor (talking of being nuts!), for you to enjoy.
Steve