". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Saturday, July 17, 2010

"Kiss You Down South" 7

Another beautiful day, and I do mean B E A U T I F U L: sunshine, a sweet breeze, rioting vegetation.

MIX DAY, mixmixmixmixmix! Protools and so many digi audio-sound programs: you didn't sing this particular note quite in tune? Move the cursor just a teeny bit, like nudging your coffee cup, and voila! perfectly in tune! That wasn't something you could do in ye ancient of daze of tape and razor blades. This phrase in take 3 is an improvement on that same phrase in your generally favorite take? Drop in the take 3 phrase in its place. The other co-producer's currently in France. They send him the files of what they've done for his real time opinions. "More high hat!" That's a joke -- there are no drums on this, just el V's vocals the Ramirez guitar -- which el V says is the star and the point of the entire production; the guitar's finally getting its day in the sun, getting recorded, doing what it was made to do. Yet it's still the same long process of constant re-listening, focus and precise actions.

Tomorrow, session and dinner. Among the drop-ins last night was M, the photographer, 'doing my homework for the assignment,' he said. He was called by amigo, DC, photography curator of the New Orleans Art Museum -- very young, very pretty, very personable, and really on top of the game. A couple of nights ago el V asked me where they should do it. Earlier we were talking about the train track crossing above TR's house here on Royal St., which is where Homer Plessy, of Plessy-Ferguson separate cars for poc case, was arrested in 1892. So I suggested that as the location. El V loved the idea. It turns out that M. lives right there and has done shoots of the tracks for other projects, so he loved the idea too.

Go home Monday afternoon.

Mz KK is so much more relaxed today than any time so far. Why? Only she knows ... she did manage to sleep on the very corner down by my feet for a while this morning. We didn't even get back to the house until after 3 this morning. El V's so happy. When I woke up he was still sleeping, and sleeping so deeply, so happily. He wasn't snoring, but there was a little noise that came out of him that I swear was purring. I thought he was Mz KK!

PG's also very happy. Everybody here who has met him, just loves him. He's coming back the first week in August with K and now 17-year-old-friend.

It's going to be so confusing, getting back to my 'real life,' because this time around it means getting ready to go into another not 'real', but temporary life in Maryland.

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