Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans?
Somehow, between the Dr. John lyrics from the last post, and the craving for red beans and rice, I've gone into a full New Orleans nostalgia tailspin. I lived in NOLA from spring 2003-spring 2004, and in most ways, it was a disaster -- my car got stolen, I was falsely arrested, I ended up doing financially ruinous things in the local music industry... I ended up fleeing in horror, shaking its dust from my feet and wishing I'd never gone in the first place.
And yet... and yet... the place still gets a grip on one.