Last summer I worked for a week as an assistant at a Latin-speaking program called the Rusticatio Virginiana. My “contubernalis” (roommate) there was a wonderful high school Latin teacher named Bob Patrick (“Robertus” in Latin). Besides an endlessly interesting spiritual path that has included being a Methodist minister, converting to Catholicism, and leaving the Church […]
Monthly Archives: April 2009
The last page of a very nice chapter. As always, it’s hard to know what I’ll be taking from here until I’ve arrived at the next place. But I know I’ll know what it means to miss New Orleans.
All good Gospel music is the same; all bad Gospel music is bad in its own way. Great experiences in the Gospel tent at Jazzfest led me to do some online investigation. One of the best churches for the whole experience is that of Noel Jones in Los Angeles. For the music try: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_BxswCQRtU&feature=related This […]
How can you not love a city whose streets look like this? Such luxuriance of life. Bloomberg I’m sure would give this family a summons for obstruction of the sidewalk.
The artist Kreg Yingst was at Jazzfest, with his block prints generally related to Blues music. I was very impressed at how he had extracted lines from these Bluesmen which basically indicated a thorough experience-based Christianity. One of Reverend Robert Wilkins, with the inscription, “Well Father said, ‘See my son coming home to me.’ Father […]
One musician on a style of music: “Afro-Latin Boogaloo Funk.”
This evening at Jazzfest, I listened to Wynton Marsalis and his band play Duke Ellington’s “New Orleans Suite.” It was a fine moment in every way – not only a superior performance, but the piece had been commissioned for Jazzfest forty years ago, by the man who apparently got it all started, George Wein, who […]
A link to this song can be found here. Sometimes the value of a song is the sense it conveys of inner experience. This is true of the Talking Heads song “Drugs.” There is not much musical structure to it. Its value depends a great deal on its production: I have heard live performances which […]
It is a remarkable fact that before the 20th Century there were no allusive titles. Titles were simpler then, like “Daniel Defoe” or “David Copperfield.” St. Bernard did not call his commentary on the Song of Songs “The Kiss of His Mouth” and Shakespeare did not call Julius Caesar “Scatter the Proud.” Crime and Punishment […]
On Bayou Road, New Orleans. Bayou Road is a strange road, an old Indian path that goes contrary to gridding of the city’s streets. And as you would expect in New Orleans, there are strange things on it.