A interesting article in the L.A. Times today: Archeologists think they may have found the original "House of the Rising Sun," the infamous New Orleans whorehouse, buried beneath a parking garage on Conti Street in the French Quarter. Others are skeptical, and frankly, it's probably best that it remain a folk legend of song and story. My favorite part of the story is Eric Burdon, who recorded the song with the Animals in the sixties, describing New Orleans :
"I like to call New Orleans the cradle of the best of the worst," Burdon said. "The place is reeking of death. It is as dark a town as it is light."
That's why I love it.
