Still waiting... still watching.

Dear Reader, the season of Advent is upon us. Many New Orleanians behold this time of year solemnly. We are blessed with breezy, balmy Sundays; and much more compelled by the power of love in the chill, and A/C hum-less still of the night.

Looking back, I am reminded that it was in this time of year when I returned to my home, after having been away for three months... displaced by the storm. For the record: I walked out of my front door (for the 2nd time, grabbing some CD sounzz... to keep us swingin';) it was in the late-afternoon of Sunday, August 28th, 2005.

I walked back thru the same door, early in the morning Tuesday, November 29th, the same year. I can laugh at myself: I, apparently in my haste... had left with the back door closed tho unlocked. Thusly, moving wild as the wind, I had a h*** in my bucket... blown open by the forces of Nature.

Fortunately, goodness prevailed. On higher ground, my home was not flooded by the faults of man. My home was not raided, looted, or commandeered. Only my neighbors, Peggy & Don (they never left) helped themselves to whatever was left in the pantry. They stayed to watch over their creatures - a couple of not too social dogs, a seldom egg-producing chicken, and a gang of cool cats. Peggy also sheltered two elderly aunts who "evacuated up" from deeper in the bowl.

They are good neighbors; and I am thankful that my distant situation turned out to be of some help to them. They were able to make some use of the bathtub full of water which I had also left – as I thought: I might need upon my return... in a few days or so... to flush my toilet. Peggy smirked when she told me how she discovered that I had slightly bleached the water. Seems like you can get a... weird little buzz from drinking water treated in such fashion. I will add my guess that: It was shortly thereafter when Don began draining all of the hot water heaters on our block that were not flood tainted.

Nevertheless... were are here because of Mr. Danny Barker. Some of you are familiar with the house on Sere Street. (For those wondering, the pronunciation is: See-er.) Old Danny did see many things there in that home, his castle for 30 "Autumn years" – the number over the door, 1277.

I for one would like to see his and Lu's house rebuilt into a learning center - a living museum of Jazz. There is yet much still remaining in the house. Not quite the way Danny, Lu, or Sylvia – “The daughter” left it but... Perhaps there is a story yet to be told about life on Sere Street. Although I have not viewed the house in a few months, I can say with some assurance that today's story of 1277 Sere Sreet... is the story of The Prevalence Of Plant Life.

May I add: that there are many houses in various parts of New Orleans still in the same or similar condition. Some citizens of The City That Care Forgot are yet, “trying to get back in my house.” Oh... it was a blessed feeling to lay my head down on my pillow... late in the afternoon on the day that I returned home! I remain blessed in my home, sweet home.

With all of that said: May you and I now enter into a Mindfulness? A connection of Consciousness... A Healing thought of safe returns home: For all displaced New Orleanians... For our soldiers fighting in foreign lands... For those on the streets of America. As Mr. Barker once did before the Xavier Students, may we now call upon a great American: spiritualist, herbalist, and social activist, Marie Laveau – and her powers.


She was not a mythical creature!

Peace & Pops,
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Comment by Esquizito on December 2, 2009 at 1:46pm

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Music Street Offers You More!

I live in a symphony of trees here in the municipal block #369. One of those old square blocks where the back yards all join together somehow. I have one of the two largest lots in the square. There is a large Pecan at the end of my 154 ft. lot. There's an equally massive Magnolia in the yard to my right, a truly awesome Water Oak across the street, and a couple 2 or 3 very tall Palms throughout the block, and... everywhere... excellent Bananas!

All of that in concert with the Papyrus patch trying to prevail over an incredible Hibiscus known by its delicate hanging Chinese Lantern blossom - in the front yard - along with two wild Night Blooming Jasmines (one in the front, one in the back) and an abundance of Butterfly Ginger (in bloom from like... July to now!) makes for a blessed interaction and organization of sound, light & motion, and fragrance. And then there's the magic. The thing, the natural mystery thru the New Orleans air.

Autumn is Gloryland here. Spring over NOLA is a real gassuh...! but, Autumn is blessed. That is, if we are here. Back in the Springtime of 2006, I took four New Orleans musicians into the studio for a stretch of work. Truth be told: none of us five were born here; or went to high school here. Nevertheless my players were keen to my conceptualizations and contextualizations of the songs which I selected to reflect my life, up to that point. I planned for two full-length CDs worth and I prevailed; I feel that I have a very good document of what was really going on. Vol. 3 & 4 are 99% of all I brought to the table; it is good to leave something(s) to time.

We had finished tracking the song, Wild Is The Wind (an homage to the undeniable Nina Simone Classic.) I asked sax man, Khari Allen Lee to record a solo improvisation as a prelude to the quintet's 7 min. 45 sec. rhapsody – one on which he does some incredible blowing as well. I titled his solo piece, Windlee. You can catch it on my Main Page.

We are creatures!

Comment by Esquizito on December 1, 2009 at 11:39am

"Get outta my house...! Get out of my House!"

Comment by Esquizito on December 1, 2009 at 11:06am

The Life and Death of Marie Laveau as per the New York Times (1881.)

America is... part Creole.


















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I commend you, Jaijai, for caring so much that you created this castle of the heart for all of us. I want to share my praise for all of the new friends as well as old friends that I've met and will meet here in our castle. Here we can garnish the where-with-all, the strength, the conviction, and the selflessness through our symbiosis, to share our gift to the world with an unbiased agenda.

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