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The Jazz Burning
Its so complicated you see. The needy hard working disenfranchised poverty stricken desperate illiterate frightening drug using prostituting gun toting day to day living on a cellular level exacty like you and me kind of people who inspire the attitude of and share space with the people who would say stay away from me I pay taxes and send my kids to private schools and wished you did not exist are so inextricably twisted like twine together as a part of the greatness, the pure essence of twine that is a place like New Orleans, which is a place like no other--although I think there is a pill you can take, or possibly a room at DisneyWorld that simulates this essence, and there's nothing wrong with simulation, in fact consider the benefit of not having to wash your hands afterwards--that city planners and city councils and such must face many a nail biting decision-making process when things like this come to their attention, i.e., the owner of the First Street home where Buddy Bolden lived for most of his creative years, 1895-1906?, wants to have it razed because of damage from a recent fire. A home and a neighborhood inhabited by the same people I have been describing (not quite rightly but maybe I'll get it someday), for the last three years, and there is nothing remarkable about any of this and we shouldn't put too much stock or pride in the fact the property has already been declared an historical landmark because it can go just like Mr. Armstrong's entire neighborhood went in the 60's? to make way for a park with his name which created a northern buffer for that necessary ($$$) French Quarter, that is, made Rampart Street less frightening than it is was, but trust me on this--don't ever under estimate the potential for danger on Rampart Street, or any points within twenty blocks north.
I say fuck it, let's raze Buddy Bolden's house, afterall who the hell was he but the best quess anyone has as to the paternal parent of the music known as jazz which only complimented and inspired the blues which has absolutely nothing to do with modern rocknroll and let's face it, without which, Britney Spears would never have been inspired to get that boob job, the discussion of which is almost a cottage industry on the Internet.
Did I just say "fuck it, let's raze Buddy Bolden's house"?, what I meant was fuck it let's raze the whole planet. I will apply for the European Dozer and I'll go for the Prado first thing, too many Bosch and Bruegels in that pigstye of art. Do you feel me?
"'Slim25, please return to your cage."