David Roe Carnival Girls CD

Carnival Girls is dedicated to my lovely wife Laura, who loves the French Quarter so much, she chose it over me. This is an appeal to the displaced, the dispossessed, the discontented and the disenfranchised. The September 24th March on Washington to End the War in Iraq takes on new importance this week in light of the Federal Government's blatant mishandling of the crisis following Hurricane Katrina and the possibly premeditated destruction of The City of New Orleans, the first major overt strike in the cultural/ class/ race war here in America.At the very least, the reduction of the levee protection budget, the deployment of so many National Guardsmen, Army Corps of Engineers, medical, police and construction personnel in Iraq, and a failure to implement any of the post 9-11 improvements to the emergency preparations for the Gulf Coast, are more reasons for you to come to Washington DC on September 24th and join unitedforpeace.org and hundreds of other peace loving organizations and hundreds of thousands of fellow citizens under the Washington Monument, in full view of George Bush's current domicile, and demand our country back. The Bush Dynasty must be dismantled. Impeachment and criminal charges are not enough.My phone is obviously, not functioning, but Chandler's # is 240 476 4976. We will be in DC from 9-11 through the end of the month, performing all over. Our previously scheduled CD release concerts for American Storyteller will now also be fundraisers for the relief effort.I watched the Southern Decadence Parade on TV today. Two dozen masquers, a guitar, a couple drums and a decorated Radio Flyer. I saw beads being tossed from a balcony on Chartres Street, and, oh, I so wanted to reach out and grab a pair.My greatest hope now is that we can all meet down by the river next February, on Mardi Gras Day and watch our sins roll away down the river, mingled with the ashes of our dead, tears for what we have lost, and prayers for a better tomorrow.My city, my poor city. 9 th Ward #2By Chris Chandler and David Roe 9 th Ward New Orleans, the river has always run through you - but never so literally. She has always been a part of you - but rarely like this. Your 19 th century widow's peaks are all that peak from a river once held temporarily at bay by the hands of man. Now 21 st century widows stand on your widow's peaks once again staring in vain for the horizon to materialize the lost. But from the lost your culture has always been found. It is with you - 9 th Ward New Orleans the melting pot of America melts. It is from you OUR culture has sailed in from all directions From wayfaring sailors seeking the roughest of trade as well as barges filled with amber waves of grain. Here the wholesome and the whore are changed forever. Wholesale. Whether watching the tops of tankers crest the hands of man while endlessly rocking on stoops, or now on roofs watching the river flow on the streets below. You are Alive. As we watch your desperate desperados - maybe now we know they have always been there - and that you 9 th Ward New Orleans, like the lands beyond your levees, have always been armed. The desperate do desperate things when made more desperate. And you 9 th Ward New Orleans have been made the lowest of the low - but like a savior born in the feeding trough of a jack ass - you are the birth of the blues. America does not understand that you cannot feel the joy of song without the blue note of pain. And it is pain you have felt. So who can blame you when you never do ask "Good Morning America how are you?" I don't recall America ever asking you. 9th Ward New Orleans, it is you that is alive. Yes, Lake Pontchartrain once again had it's evil wicked way with you, and you will bear it's pain for a coon's age, and a slow painful birth will come as a distant trumpet joins your blues. And when the world asks, "What is that sound?", a Caribbean accent will answer, "It's just music. It's Jas Music - yes, it is Jazz music." Your water w