The stars are mine, celebrating my appearance in two magazines on the same rack in the bookstore. One day this bitch will be full up with stars, and then you'll see. You'll all see.
I am all over the Janelle Monae album, like in a when I got into OutKast kind of way, which makes sense since she uses a lot of the same tropes and personnel. I'm hoping for a rash of homemade videos of people doing the Tightrope.
Oh, hey, crepe myrtles! Peeking in at me through the office window...I don't remember y'all from last year, but then, in the jungle, the flowers get taken for granted.
I just read about this guy, Omar Hernández-Hidalgo, a vituroso violist who died, it is believed, in the course of a kidnapping and it led me to this guy
playing Yasunori Mitsuda's "Lost Pieces" from the soundtrack to Chrono Cross. No, I haven't heard of any of that either, but the sentimentality and brio of the performance matched with the grainy recording is completely arresting. It's a scene right out of a Bolaño story.It sent me deeper into South American/Mexican viola playing with
the Sonatina for Trumpet and Viola, Movement II. Largo, Molto Espressivo by Leroy Osmon, performed April 1, 2004 at the University of Yucatan . Never heard of it either but now we all have. YouTube is like a surprise window full of flowers sometimes.
Feufollet at the Lakeview RV Park in Eunice, 6/5/2010
Here's two videos from the weekend's roaming, an adventure from which I continue to reel. I am very sweet on this photo of the baby hanging out behind the bar.
And I don't know what to make of the Big Worm Sno-ball stand across the street from El Sid O's. Is their mascot a tapeworm? Green Apple for me!
This week I will be low on the blog-put for I am teaching a gaggle of mealy high-school boys how to write their own video games from scratch. They weren't really buying all this typing and figuring things out BS - all they really wanted to do was play video games online - until they saw their images actually pop up on the screen, and then the lotus of causality unfolded in their attention deficient minds.
Sun Ra, A Quiet Place in the Universe (1977, Rhapsody) Dewey Redman, Musics(1978, Rhapsody) Buckingham Nicks, Buckingham Nicks (1978) Arthur Blythe, Lennox Avenue Breakdown (1978, Rhapsody)
Holy crap, last night was one of the best research trips I've been on during my whole writing about Louisiana bars career. The Grand Opera House of the South (top: view from the balcony) in Crowley stunned my senses and rekindled my belief that Louisiana does actually want to preserve itself, Feufollet at a freaking barn dance in the Lakeside RV park north of Eunice (middle: baby o the dance floor!) charmed any possible cynicism I might have about Acadiana hipsters right out of me, and the soon retiring zydeco powerhouse Keith Frank appearing at El Sid-O's in Lafayette (bottom: his rhythm section of two drummers and a washboard) might just open up that crazy music to transcendental territory should anyone pick up his accordion when he finally puts it down. Seriously, y'all. The soundtrack of free jazz and Lindsey & Stevie's hopeful love made for good company on those dark country roads. More on all of this to come.
I woke up with Prince in my head, not any one particular song but that synthetic pakk of the drums and hypoallergenic funk. Lovesexy sounds like a contemporary gospel station bleeding through the din of a laundromat, which I kind of love.
I don't really remember what was going on in the photo above; a pen on a retractable lanyard, a dog, and a Spider man costume were involved, so how much more explanation do you need? Big Purple asks in "Positivity" Have U had your plus sign 2 day? and with this, I think so. I bet scenes like this go down in Paisley Park all the time.
Remember how Lovesexy is all one big long track? I love that too.
♫ Prince, "No, Alphabet St.," "Glam Slam," "Anna Stesia," "Dance On," "Lovesexy," "When 2 R In Love," "I Wish U Heaven," and "Positivity" (Rhapsody)
Jónsi is kind of a partially de-sexed, New Music Prince, born into an era where it is not perverse to hole up with your machines and your Ideas, a world that can claim Prince as one of its fathers. Same with that Owl City kid, except he has a sense of humor.
Top: Fred at Louie's, the alchemist of pancakes in his laboratory. Bottom: The Prince of Persia dagger Maya requested and, as a bonus, the Arc of the Covenant.
Fugazi, 13 Songs (1985, Rhapsody) and Red Medicine (1991, Rhapsody)
I'm pretty sure it was Fred who turned me onto the whole Dischord ethos years ago, and the reawakening of Pretty Goes With Pretty only fueled the need to hear them. Pancakes all around!
