This episode was what I adore about the best arc television (or even the best of radio programs too -- like the Hip Deeps that Vaquero makes sometimes for AfroPop Worldwide): it feels like the narrative is going on forever, so filled with incident and character, and the ride is o so smooth that you are in a state of constant but o so enjoyable amazement at how much ground you've covered, how far you traveled -- and yay! there's still more to go before the episode is over. Among other bits I got such a kick out McAlary on Informed Sources's candidates forum -- or was it Steppin' Out, another WYES public television program? -- how Peggy Scott Labord regards Davis, his platform and presentation, complete with strippers and flogging his CD, which last part is certainly allowed on Steppin' Out (V. was on the program last September and encouraged to flog TYBTF).
Ay-up -- Creighton's agent was gonna show up and ask for a book really fast on the Flood and the Catastrophe and New Orleans. That's the publishing industry. Though he seems to have rejected the idea out of hand, that seems a little odd because writers and pontificators, both of which Creighton is, want more than anything else forums, to be read, to be heard. He also reminds me of so many people who got so depressed in the months after the Failure of the Levees, though on the surface they seemed to be more OK than many if not even most people, like Chris Rose, for instance. Creighton too has his home and family intact, an income -- he's even getting his salary paid via the Tulane salary insurance it carried. So who knows? And is Goodman available for the second season?
Another favorite bit was Albert and neighbor (and now girlfriend?) snip snip snipping, sew sew sewing Albert's Big Chief's suit for Mardi Gras.
It gets a little dizzy sometimes though: Donald Harrison in the same scene with Delmond, who is playing a sort of Donald Harrison character, who sure as hell was back as Big Chief at Mardi Gras 2006.
Trying to recover from reading student papers, seemingly forever, we also watched Lolis Eric Elie's Faubourg Treme: The Untold Story of Black New Orleans (2008) last night, which for some reason we've missed seeing all this time. It is needless to say that Faubourg Treme is a brilliant piece of work.
Bye-the-bye -- for the first time I heard someone on national public rhetoric NOT refer to the BP Oil Blowout Crime Catastrophe as 'the spill.' "All Things Considered," covering the Salazar testimony on the BP Oil Blowout Crime Catastrophe as, why, yes, 'the BLOWOUT.' Then the story turned to ATC's own experts, and it was back to being a 'spill.'
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