Man, didn't we all lose something? If you didn't lose something personally, you lost a common place, a friend, something. I've lost Peter Paul, who is on the missing list. My wife lost Dunbar's, which may never come back.
In 2002, I got screwed by a Bay St. Louis realtor, or else I'd have bought a house about 4 doors down from Mr. Pete in Bay St. Louis. A dock on the bay, a view of the water, total relaxation. Of course, the realtor, in her astonishingly incompetent way, gave the sellers a bid $30k lower than mine, and I was pre-approved. In any case, I didn't get the place.
Mr. Pete doesn't have any of this stuff to pass on to his children, which was his dream. I can't replace his saxophones or clarinets, his Porsche, or his house. But the RIAA can replace Mr. Pete's gold records.
If you love Mr. Pete, if you respect him as the best clarinet player the world has ever produced (Sorry, Mr. Goodman), then please contact the RIAA, and tell them to give Mr. Pete some replacement gold records. It would even be good publicity for them, as all they seem to do now is sue 12 year old honor students or 83 year old widows.
The current contact info for the RIAA is:
1330 Connecticut Ave N.W., Suite 300
Washington, D.C. 20036
The only email address I have is email@example.com.
Let them know that New Orleans still has its soul, but Mr. Pete doesn't have his gold records. They can make it happen, and they should.