So much wonder, beauty, devastation and destruction. This weekend I played for friendly, interested people who listened close and applauded loudly. I ran on a Gulf beach that has only recently gotten clean of oil and tar—-and that was thanks to Hurricane Ike. I spent a fun night with friends in Mississippi because flooding and threat of tornadoes made travel home seem unsafe, if not impossible. And today may be the prettiest day I have ever seen, even as friends are reeling from the flooding of the homes and waiting to see where a massive oil spill is going to make landfall.
Kimbroughs in Nashville were spared any damage.
I met my Gulf Coast kinfolk in New Orleans yesterday and we shared a fabulous meal at Mandina’s, all of us very aware that only a few years ago, the city and the restaurant were devastated by another storm, another flood, another agonizing wait for the government to fix things.
No water in Boston…bombs in New York and Pittsburgh, floods and tornados in the midsouth, oil spill on the coast. And yet I look out the window at the bluest sky and the greenest trees I have ever seen, thinking back on three great nights of making music among friends in Texas.
It’s all so good and bad. It’s all so much.