HAPPENING NOW

What is this accursèd thing?

It's got the number-one hallmark of Dixie hoodoo: muddy, bald, eyeless doll heads, something Southern vacant lots contain by the dozen.

Around the day the last walls of the warehouse fell, this accursèd totem appeared, hanging on the fence. It's not directly in front of my house, thankfully.
I'm not touching it. Seems like nobody else is either. It's got the number-one hallmark of Dixie hoodoo: muddy, bald, eyeless doll heads, something Southern vacant lots contain by the dozen. This particular practitioner has added some crunched-up, spray-painted coke cans and plastic bottles, and, as a highlight, a Narcan inhaler from 2019. Somebody was really saving that for a special occasion.

New Orleans Louisiana 315 Tricou Street warehouse demolition folk art Dixie hoodoo art with doll heads in it

IN THE RECENT PAST

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I found some lost or thrown-away books on the bank of the Industrial Canal.

These are past saving, which is too bad, because I remember really liking Henry Reed Inc.

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Shadow got in a rose bush. And I found a strange beehive.

It was cute, everything she does is cute, but an angry bird didn't think it was so cute.

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A difficult cartoon.

I admit this is a tough one. I wouldn't have guessed it if I hadn't heard it just a minute before I drew this cartoon.

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I doodle on things.

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The old warehouse across Tricou Street started coming down.

It was anti climactic. There were a few good booms and thuds.

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More demolition on Tricou Street.

There was one big boom today, when I think they pulled down more than they meant to. But I didn't have my camera.

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A hypothesis: The Grateful Dead is just a less musical Marshall Tucker Band.

I've learned late in life that I really like the Marshall Tucker Band, though.

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Today I Learned there are three candidates in the Louisiana Democratic primary for U.S. Senate race.

The election is tomorrow.

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I've been doodling on chunks of scrap wood for fun.

When I did that art show a few weeks ago, I wished I had some small, quickly produced art to sell, or even give away. These are appropriate business cards for me.

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I drew one more little karaoke picture.

Love this band, don't like this song.

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I've been meaning to get around to repainting this drum head for twenty-one years.

This drum head was green, before the green got mostly washed off in Hurricane Katrina.

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You know what would be a great radio show?

An hour of folk, bluegrass, and blues that Nick Spitzer does NOT approve of.

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I learned my friend and bandmate Doug DeRienzo passed away.

I hadn't talked to him in a long time but I thought I could just call him up, if I could find his current number.

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I was filming when the biggest part of the warehouse came down.

I was outside watching the demolition and filming intermittently. I happened to get the whole thing (what was left) coming down.

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What is this accursèd thing?

It's got the number-one hallmark of Dixie hoodoo: muddy, bald, eyeless doll heads, something Southern vacant lots contain by the dozen.