PANTIES AND THE BLUES
"Don't nobody know my troubles but God." Heard an old street performer singing this today. I only know it from Moby's 'Natural Blues'. It stopped me, HAD to listen. Thought of all the many stories of New Orleanians, pre and post-katrina. So many stories, so much heartbreak, so much this city inspires.
I missed the St. Pat's parade again, which is mostly just a group dressed up in green and going from bar to bar. There's one parade that throws beads and PANTIES to the crowd! I really wanted some shamrock undies. God, I love this city.
Okay, I want the undies UNLESS it's collected from the ones tourist lose when they come to sin city, because as you know, things DO happen.
"Don't nobody know my troubles but God." Heard an old street performer singing this today. I only know it from Moby's 'Natural Blues'. It stopped me, HAD to listen. Thought of all the many stories of New Orleanians, pre and post-katrina. So many stories, so much heartbreak, so much this city inspires.
I missed the St. Pat's parade again, which is mostly just a group dressed up in green and going from bar to bar. There's one parade that throws beads and PANTIES to the crowd! I really wanted some shamrock undies. God, I love this city.
Okay, I want the undies UNLESS it's collected from the ones tourist lose when they come to sin city, because as you know, things DO happen.
awryx:
lol ginger snaps rock ... and ginger has an interesting walk , but hey, elaborate on that. u said something pretty interesting 
