September 04, 2005

Katrina and the waves

And you know what? I remember New Orleans too. The fleshy, rip-roaring drunken exuberance of Mardi Gras time. The visit to Preservation Hall, where a gang of 80-plus-year-olds played jazz and the blues so much from the heart, those sweet, muscular tones of the sax; and then in turn, the young 80-plus-year-olds got up and shook legs at us as they played. The trellises of the French Quarter, lined that one evening with drinking hordes asking goodnaturedly of the ladies passing below to raise their T-shirts. That fabulous Audobon Zoo. The buskers keeping whole crowds of passersby in splits. The genteel old homes all over, outlined with pink flowers and climbing vines. The city of Fats Domino and Zydeco and jambalaya (on the bayou).

The dyke that's never far away, the reminder of one reality of this city.

For the past week, with so many others, I've been wondering what it means for a city to be so completely destroyed. I don't mean that Katrina has wiped the buildings of Nawlins away, it hasn't. But there's a sense in which it has destroyed the city nevertheless: if you consider the looting, the huge evacuation, the misery among camping victims, the talk of what it will take to rebuild here. How do you rebuild the mood of a city?

And no mistake, this was a city that had a mood, a drift, a life, an idiom all its own. How do you rebuild any of that, let alone all of it?

Is it selfish, in the face of so much heartbreak, to feel a pang for Preservation Hall and that mood? Yet I do. Selfish it must be, then.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Touching post, and evocative questions.

Sunil said...

Selfish it must be.....

The wife and I were planning to visit Nawlins this december...spend a week or so there, and get some good music, and perhaps see Fats Domino or something.....at Preservation Hall...

An extra pang of sadness (that lingers) along with the sadness seeing the destruction and the lack of help and apathy from the government.

Anonymous said...

Dilip

you bring back great memories of the last time i was in the Big Easy in 2000. Seems eons away...especially now after this carnage

This was once a regular blog but, after six said...

nice, D. i've been contemplating a post about a wild weekend at Mardi Gras in my freshman year of college but haven't felt it was right to write. i feel the pangs too. yet maybe, sooner than we all think, it'll be back to the days of 'son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou'.

Dilip D'Souza said...

Thank you all. I'm sure Nawlins will rebuild, but will it be the same? Who knows. Speaking of which, here's a fine movie recommendation: "The Big Easy", starring Dennis Quaid and Ellen Barkin (what a woman! be still my beating heart). Fine movie, fine soundtrack, lots of zydeco.

Anonymous said...

I do so hope that new orleans recovers, my family has lived there since the 1700's. One good thing about this storm Katrina, since the hurricane there has not been one murder, not one, in a city that has on a routine basis approx. 5 a nite. Hope it stays that way.

Anonymous said...

I went down to the city in the aftermath with some Special Forces guys to help in the rescue/recovery effort. We slept at Johnny White's and took respite there.

Every time I woke up there were two (albeit warm) beers on each side of my head. The first time this happened I told the guy behind the bar that "...someone left their beers over by me when I was sleeping". To which he responded "those are your beers, thanks for helping us". I'll never forget that moment.

Also, FYI: "N'Awlins" is a tourist slur to some of us natives. It's alomst as bad as that "other" N' word. The city's name is NEW ORLEANS. NOLA is acceptable, but Nawlins makes our skin crawl. Not a rant, just informing.

Tom

Dilip D'Souza said...

Tom, that's a great story, thanks for telling it. And thanks too for clarifying about the insult. I had no idea, but now I do. Can you tell me why it's considered insulting?