The Worldwide UBERview Theatre presents..."The Hurricane"
"J.P. Jackson" wrote: Bifferoni,
Tell me about the hurricane, man.
- jp
Dear JP Jack's son....in the summer of 2004 I CLIMBED UP ON THE ROOF OF MY MARGINAL DWELLING...an old shotgun house located on the Muses which begin the uptown swing from Lee Circle by the CBD........Clio...Calliope, Erato...Thalia...Melpomene, Terpsichore ...etcetera.... and pursuaded the then threatening hurricane IVAN roaring up the gulf to go hit Pensacola and Panama Beach which it did...oh,people evacuated New Orleans but not me...and not that one fat black lady gettin' fried chicken and beer to bring home from that one Vietnamese store that stayed open....then in 2005 Hurricane ARLENE opened the alphabet season of hurry! cana!...for I see all Hurricanes as a codified completing of Catholic idiology..the marriage feast at Cana..the turning of the water into wine is really the water ENTWINE...as words entwine...see..words. like water entwine...or better...water..like words entwine ....and after Fat Arlene in June 2005 we reach Aug.29 and what's her name....Ivan's sister, Katrina....see..I have been trying to unload my records in Russia but the slaves I mean Slavs are so-o-o-o backwards...they don't have the Internet...they have the InterNYET..they don't GOOGLE...they GOGOL....still...I would conquer her...and having vanquished her husband/son/lover/nephew IVAN..now she sends her daughter/niece KATRINA...I was up in Chicago at the time doing the ABBIEFEST...the Abbie Hoffman died for your sins festival so missed all the fun...the fried chicken...the beer...the fat black lady floating in the water....but the neighbor's roof blew off and into my yard so FEMA sent me a buncha bucks...so-o-o-o I took my frenz out for a mighty good time buying bootleg whiskey champagne and wine.....spent the year in OAKLAND...hung out at the Social Security place with all black people from New Orleans who recognized my rakish peanut hat..."You from Noo AW-linz...we kin tell..you got dat hat from Princess Diane's Funeral Parlor and Finery sto' on St. Charles Ave..." I couldn't deny it....the hat is a hit...except for two days ago when I got this part in a Brad Pitt movie shooting here in N.O. "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button..."
The wardrobe exec stared at me..I was to be a peanut vendor in the movie...."That hat is too over the top..." she insisted...and they fitted me with a 1927 common peanut vendor's cap with visor....I muttered..."Yes..it's over the top of my head.." anyway...who knows...I set up all my frenz to charge the set while I'm selling Brad a Pitt-nut and then when my frenz ask for my autograph I can laugh and unload some records in Jackson Square along with Mother Russia.....so far I've gotten a song out of it...in F major...a simple folk song a hundred and thirty eight verses long...an inspired piece as you can already tell....
"J.P. Jackson" wrote: Bifferoni,
Tell me about the hurricane, man.
- jp
Dear JP Jack's son....in the summer of 2004 I CLIMBED UP ON THE ROOF OF MY MARGINAL DWELLING...an old shotgun house located on the Muses which begin the uptown swing from Lee Circle by the CBD........Clio...Calliope, Erato...Thalia...Melpomene, Terpsichore ...etcetera.... and pursuaded the then threatening hurricane IVAN roaring up the gulf to go hit Pensacola and Panama Beach which it did...oh,people evacuated New Orleans but not me...and not that one fat black lady gettin' fried chicken and beer to bring home from that one Vietnamese store that stayed open....then in 2005 Hurricane ARLENE opened the alphabet season of hurry! cana!...for I see all Hurricanes as a codified completing of Catholic idiology..the marriage feast at Cana..the turning of the water into wine is really the water ENTWINE...as words entwine...see..words. like water entwine...or better...water..like words entwine ....and after Fat Arlene in June 2005 we reach Aug.29 and what's her name....Ivan's sister, Katrina....see..I have been trying to unload my records in Russia but the slaves I mean Slavs are so-o-o-o backwards...they don't have the Internet...they have the InterNYET..they don't GOOGLE...they GOGOL....still...I would conquer her...and having vanquished her husband/son/lover/nephew IVAN..now she sends her daughter/niece KATRINA...I was up in Chicago at the time doing the ABBIEFEST...the Abbie Hoffman died for your sins festival so missed all the fun...the fried chicken...the beer...the fat black lady floating in the water....but the neighbor's roof blew off and into my yard so FEMA sent me a buncha bucks...so-o-o-o I took my frenz out for a mighty good time buying bootleg whiskey champagne and wine.....spent the year in OAKLAND...hung out at the Social Security place with all black people from New Orleans who recognized my rakish peanut hat..."You from Noo AW-linz...we kin tell..you got dat hat from Princess Diane's Funeral Parlor and Finery sto' on St. Charles Ave..." I couldn't deny it....the hat is a hit...except for two days ago when I got this part in a Brad Pitt movie shooting here in N.O. "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button..."
The wardrobe exec stared at me..I was to be a peanut vendor in the movie...."That hat is too over the top..." she insisted...and they fitted me with a 1927 common peanut vendor's cap with visor....I muttered..."Yes..it's over the top of my head.." anyway...who knows...I set up all my frenz to charge the set while I'm selling Brad a Pitt-nut and then when my frenz ask for my autograph I can laugh and unload some records in Jackson Square along with Mother Russia.....so far I've gotten a song out of it...in F major...a simple folk song a hundred and thirty eight verses long...an inspired piece as you can already tell....
