… with a shellacked alligator as a hood ornament. A small metal hook, which had been welded onto the hood, kept it in place. There’s nothing difficult about installing such an ornament on one’s car: it’s just that you never ever see it done. When I told a friend about this, he said, “Everyone knows [...]
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From the Stupid Ancients department. The technique of Leonides, here, might inspire a gifted statesman to find a way to save New Orleans. “The inhabitants of Byzantium, who are formidable tipplers, are reported to live in bars, moving out of their own houses and dwellings, which they let to foreigners visiting the city. They abandon [...]
“Mean old Levee taught me to weep and moan.” – old Blues song. If you want to get on the emotional inside of the experience of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans – and hence to feel the depth of America’s racial and economic segregation – then you would do well to watch Spike Lee’s documentary [...]
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.
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 [...]
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 [...]
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.