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It’s Saturday morning. I’m setting up News’ interview room at the MTV Radio Forum when I hear the unmistakable buzz of electric guitars. I sneak into rehearsals and catch a snippet of Green Day. The band is soundchecking. I wait through their monitor and mic checks. They’ve got a piano and a second guitarist. When…

I’m riding shotgun in Snoop’s pimped out convertible with Dub Magazine’s Herman Flores. It’s a yellow and purple Pontiac; Laker’s colors. The rims are solid gold spokes. The hydraulics give it about two inches of clearence. An unpredictable Miami rains begins. And the brakes give out. We’re coasting downhill towards P2, aka News’ parking garage.…

We did what we always do in the face of disaster. We hit the bar. Fact is, Katrina’s landfall last night was pretty fun. We left the venue a little bit early, and convened at the Hyatt for a slightly grim but completely hopeful production meeting. Afterwards, the entire crew descended on Currents, the Hyatt’s…

She’s here. And she’s feisty. The sliding glass door in Hyatt #1226 is rattling. Wind is gusting from the west at upwards of 75 miles an hour. Rain is blowing in gray-streaked vertical sheets. Palm trees are stretching and swaying. Power is out in nearly half a million homes already. And Katrina’s just barely arrived.…

While I have complete confidence in the durability of the American Airlines Arena — the basement of which I am currently writing you from — in the face of the descending tropical storm, of the red carpet, white tents and fresh sod just outside the door… well, I’m not so sure. Yes, it’s that time…

Here we go again. I have a car coming at 6 o’clock for an eight o’clock flight to Miami. I haven’t packed a thing. I’ve been told that my “I’m So Busy I Could Blank A Blank” journal entries are tedious. So I’ll spare you. Sort of. Just get this: 8:30 – Doctor’s appointment, 87th…