Treme "won't bow, don't know how"

besides being my favorite line from last weeks episode, and my favorite scene of last weeks episode, this one line has brought forward a bunch of memories for me. My landlady (85 yrs old) and her sister, turned OFF, the series last week, when John Goodman went on his rant. They're catholic, and the reference about the priest made them blush. I on the other hand, felt kinship, as he blasted away at the media, and almost "stroked out".... senitiments that were shared throughout the city by all, indeed!

but that Indian Chief, had enough flavor to him, to give me the chills. Makes me want to paint more Indians, and catch more secondlines with Indians... I can remember one morning waking up after the storm, to see them coming down St Roch... muttering Obama under their breath, chanting, dancing, a conjour for NEW things to come... they had been up at the park up the street, to show support for the rebuilding of the st roch neighborhood.

then there was Anba Dlo, and Wild Man John dancing away the night, and enjoying his opportunity to shake, rattle and roll us all into a frenzy while the wild magnolia's played.

the ninth ward hunters at st roch tavern, every sunday before mardi gras, practicing... threatening other tribes as they stepped onto their turf. The tension so thick in the air, I walked out with the hairs on my neck standing up.

The Empath was with me that night, and he walked out rejuvenated... exhilirated... and ready to take on anyone who came near.

The bone gang on mardigras night, last moments of alcohol infusion, last moments of costume, last moments of spyboys in the room... tourists looking upon them, wondering "what is up with all that blood on that mans apron?" then seeing the giant paper mache skeleton mask go back on, and a giant bone gang looming over them, on their way out the door. They didn't get it at all, but they could feel the hairs on the nape of their neck too.

much to be said about our Indian culture, our music, our dance, our secondline, our will... and that determined line... "won't bow, don't know how"'

did america really think we would just walk away?