It’s that time of year. The crazy Lenten, influenza-ridden, on-and-off-the-wagon days right after Mardi Gras and the crazy on top of St. Pat’s weekend. As if you don’t want to take a valium and go back to bed already, some asshole amended the Uniform Time Act in 2007 and now your body clock is out of whack a whole two weeks ahead of usual. For what? Then, you really look at the calendar and realize that it’s going to be two years since we buried Ashley. You wake up.
While conducting the annual re-up (heh) of rememberashleymorris.com, I marveled at how many memorial sites fade or even disappear suddenly, but this one will burn bright for a long, long time. Still listed proudly on the blogs and email signature blocks of many New Orleanians, it shows how much a city can love a son who loved his city. Lucky is he who finds spiritual home and is fully able to live there, grow as a person there, make babies there, have his body lovingly planted in ground there and live on in the memories of its citizens. Ashley went long before he should have, but he did it only like he could: in fine New Orleans style.
I mentioned this to a few friends and Mr. Folse responded that the RAM website will probably see a traffic spike with the launch of Treme. Of course. Treme. It is almost April of 2010 after all. From Toulouse Street:
[David] Simon told a small group of bloggers privately last year that his team was writing a character into the show based, at least in part, on Ashley Morris … I am very anxious to see Ashley’s
Goodman’s character. Having a commenter outside of the main story line may seem a bit weird to someone who reviews cable television on the Internet for a site hosted by AOL, but it seemed to work for writers back in the day.
The combination of Simon as creator, Lolis Elie as writer, Ashley Morris as muse and New Orleans as central character is reason enough to watch Treme. Yet, there’s more: A few subkrewes of the inimitable Krewe du Vieux, only my third love after husband and geology, recently re-enacted the 2006 parade for the show, which features a stand-in for The Mime and half a dozen friends. (New Orleans is nothing if not a small-ass town.)
Following which, I recall a certain favored chef known as Anthony Bourdain saying to me late last year, “I will crawl naked over broken glass to have anything to do with Treme.” Athenae and I are on standby should Bourdain need any medical attention.
All of this is to say that the Fates have decided I cannot let this show pass us by without its own blog. When good television, often the only modern link to other human intelligence, gives us the opportunity to think, discuss, debate and cry, it’s foolish not to take it, especially when this technology equally as fast as, if not faster than, television exists. (And, New Orleanians are nothing if not opinionated, especially if you’re making a teevee show about their town.)
I look forward to reading Treme posts at your blogs, but if you feel the need to hold forth in a separate space, don’t hesitate to post here. Just let me know and you will have the requisite permissions (after I run a quick check of your credit and prison record). I really want this to be more than another Maitri/New Orleans blog.
Now, where’s that fucking valium?