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Thursday, 16 April 2009 04:22
      My first hurricane was Ivan. I stuck that one out in the Superdome, but they confiscated my wire cutters and all my guitar tools. When Katrina was coming, I said, I’m not gonna do that again, so I ran down to a friend’s house in The Marigny. He’d already evacuated, so I had to ride out the whole storm on his porch getting blasted by hundred and fifty mile an hour winds, soaking wet, pieces of roof and two by fours flying all around. I said, God, if you’re want me to go, make it quick... Read More 
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