Writing about his time in the Big Easy during the late 1980s, Bob Dylan had this to say:
"In New Orleans you could almost see other dimensions. There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again. Chronic melancholia hanging from the trees. You never get tired of it. After a while you start to feel like a ghost from one of the tombs, like you're in a wax museum below crimson clouds. "
(INTERNATIONAL HERALD TRIBUNE, unearthed by Common Dreams)
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