Watch closely now
We finished A Star is Born last night – the Barbra version, having watched the Judy Garland version recently. It’s one of those perfect metaphors for life, that when everything is coming up roses, someone is shitting all over you. Sort of reminds me of the Croatian “joke” my mother in law told me where the little bird is freezing high on a wire and falls into a pile of shit and then a cat comes along and plucks it out and eats it. Moral is when you’re cold and you think someone has come to your rescue by providing warmth you’re wrong because you’re in shit and are about to be eaten. Lovely eh?
Meanwhile, a star was born but her love kills himself because it is all too much for him. So do you really think I want to be a stage mom and see my son achieve celebrity – I have my reservations about all of that – I want him to enjoy his life and to make music and if I had to pick who to emulate it would be Kermit Ruffin who lives here and does his crawfish boil and plays his music and not Trombone Shorty who is seldom home anymore because he is touring all over creation.
But that is not what I am writing about – what I am writing about is Japan just suffered another earthquake, there is a fire in the French Quarter on Rampart Street, and French Quarter Festival is getting underway on this beautiful day. See a little sugar in my coffee please – it’s shit and life – all mixed together.