Abstract
I was in New Orleans for a late-summer stint of fieldwork exploring social and musical relationships among New Orleans’ music communities. Oddly, my first night in town a local friend lightheartedly told me about an old New Orleanian precaution: she said to make sure that I had a hatchet in my attic—hurricanes move in fast. What follows is a series of reflections on how Hurricane Katrina reshapes my emerging field project.
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