August 11, 2003
Go Cups
Just met Mike and Diana at the Circle bar. A couple from Boston, looking to move here, scoping out the neighborhoods.
I moved here because of go cups. If you don't live here (in Louisiana), you probably don't even know what a go cup is, other than guessing what it is in the time it took to read this sentence.
You buy an alcoholic beverage in a bar, and you own it. Don't you? In the 49 other states (as far as I know anyway), you don't. You are permitted to carry it around and consume it, possibly in its entirety, but you cannot take it with you. How stupid. In NOLA, you buy it, you own it, you take it with you. You can even pull up to a bar, leave the car idling, and fetch several drinks to go. In go cups.
I leave the "childing" of our society to another essay. Back to Mike and Diana.
Somedays you meet groovy people. Didn't really talk a lot to Diana, but she seems groovy. Mike is groovy. He's a musician, wanting to work his shit down here. I am a musician in the past, looking to make my shit current.
And it's interesting. Anyone can work their shit anywhere. Why do it here?
Why not? This is a town that loves music. This is a damn fun party town. This is a town where, if you have groovy shit, people will support you with their presence, attention, and dollars.
This is also a town where you can fall into a bottle. Nobody is going to stop you.
The freedom to fail is underrated. When the freedom to fail is in the house, success is so much sweeter.
I'm looking forward to playing music with Mike. That's music project number three on the drawing boards. Like I said, I'll keep you posted.
Posted by nopundit at August 11, 2003 09:01 PM