Faith... Fact... Friendship... Fate... Who's your daddy?
In other words, Dear Reader, what do you rely on? Now, despite the passed two weeks of reflection that being away from home has provided yours truly, I will confess to an idleness regarding this central question of existence. Nevertheless, let's see where this goes...? It's no revelation as from whence my current quandary comes. Since it has been almost two weeks of monitoring the so called, integrity of the Macondo oil well, now that it has been successfully capped – more or less...
“...so I simply couldn't be bad!” Eartha Kitt, as per Cole Porter. [Uh... you would do well to go... somewhere, with some privacy, for this one. (via daddy Nat.) But do come back to me when you're done!]
Just in case you haven't been so closely following the ongoing crisis in the Gulf, (or turned away from in disdain) the slowly rising pressure in the Macondo well has reached 6,900 pounds per square inch! a level which daddy, Thad Allen – of the Coast Guard... but, (on his way out) has stated as a sign of, “a well that has integrity.” From my own integrity, this official fact indicates that the question of wether or not the ocean's floor could cave in, or erupt, is obviously on the minds of those whom we... are to rely on. Is my assertion off the gauge? Ask yourself: why wasn't the current system of capping not employed... oh, two months ago? I'm ready to have this one laid out to me!
“I believe the sun and moon will shine up in the sky.” Mahalia Jackson, as per Duke Ellington (The two co-lead prayer in the streets of downtown Orleans Parish – in the Springtime of 1971.)
Back to faith! “The belief in things unseen.” Well, I for one do rely greatly on what I can hear and; I've got pretty good ears – though there's always room for improvement. I feel my way around. But yes, faith is the method that all human beings employ, in various pressure levels, in order to continue to move into the eternal now. Faith is necessary for the future and; Her anatomy goes hand-in-hand with one's degree of, and direction of, Awareness. i.e. Those who live in denial, and disdain, require less true faith.
I myself, defiantly adhere to the Jazz life which, as Danny Barker instructs, requires a “co-ordination” of one's, “Seven holes.” Thus: a heightened state of awareness in order to improvise complex organizations of sound – and ideas – with other beings simultaneously doing the same thing... And make it swing! [Old Danny also quipped that a Jazz musician has an extra h*** in the head.] “You have to learn to be crafty!”
“Who can I turn to?” Newly & Berceuse, (Harry Jr. Sings!)
Friendship. Who is New Orleans' friend? Who will stand by her when times are hard? Who will try to understand? Who will accept New Orleans? As aware as he is, Barack Hussein Obama probably didn't foresee that New Orleans, Louisiana would so define his job as President – his future. His daughters' futures. Nevertheless... Daddy, Old NOLA is making it real rough for you. She does that... sneaks up on you. Nothing personal from yours truly, but I will state publicly: There will be no political improvising tolerated. Every note counts. Again! Now, as was pointed out some time ago, (before most anyone of us even was aware that we drill for oil tens of thousands of feet below the blue horizon,) Obama owes a debt to New Orleans. One has to wonder: What's it worth now?”
“We are star dust.” Joni Mitchell (Again! She is undeniable. Take 5... this is amazing evidence.)
Fate. Everyone is familiar with the term, Fossil Fuel. That crude oil is the remains of living organism of long, long ago! That's the layperson's explanation. I suppose that I'm a layman too, but I deal in the realm of metaphor! I play with all of this madness in my imagination; at will, and thus look upon the disaster accordingly. The 170 million 200 million gallons of oil that have exploded into the Gulf waters (and beyond) are our ancestors. Rising from the depths of the Netherworld! swinging ferociously... like a Black Gold Orpheus! Perhaps back in those times, there was no moon in the sky but yet, life went on for such – more or less – as life goes on for us. More or less?
We are all to blame. We are all in need of saving. May the Petrochemical age now begin to come to a peaceful end.
Peace & Pops,
Maison Musique, New Orleans
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