LINES OF THE DAY

". . . 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

Showing posts with label Kiss You Down South. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kiss You Down South. Show all posts

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Caught Between Piety and Desire: A Q&A with Author and Musician Ned Sublette

By Larry Blumenfeld, music critic for the Wall Street JournalThis is in an international art magazine, and lengthy.

LB prefaces the Q&A with a long prelude.  Here's a pull:
There sat Ned Sublette at a table near the rear of the FB Lounge in Manhattan’s Spanish Harlem a couple years ago, as drummer Bobby Sanabria’s big band played loud and great. Sublette was surrounded by stacks of T-shirts he’d designed — he wore one, as did each member of Sanabria’s band — and copies of his brilliant 2007 book, “Cuba and Its Music: From the First Drums to the Mambo.” 
Both the shirt and the book were expressions of what Sublette calls “Postmamboism” — “a portable theory that places music at the center of understanding” and “begins with the study of African diaspora musics,” as he explained in a post on Boing Boing. ....
Sublette is something of a trickster figure, popping up in various guises to inform, yes, but also to challenge our notions about music and culture, language and shared history, throughout the Western hemisphere.
Fun to read though, particularly if you are interested in music generally, history, Cuba, New Orleans and other matters of import.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Lovely Words Written in New Orleans About *Kiss You Down South* + HBO *Treme*

El V's album of songs he's written about New Orleans, Kiss You Down South, receives a beautiful write-up in New Orleans's music paper, Offbeat.

A pull from the piece:

Writers obsessed with fame, money and power are systematically denied that imaginative vision. They instead become artisans working in a marketplace creating consumer goods. Their product becomes inevitably and often fatally narcissistic. New Orleans has traditionally afforded artists the opportunity to pursue marketplace-free goals and continues to do so. This is what attracted the singular imagination of Ned Sublette to the city that lured Clemens and Whitman, Faulkner and Williams into its magic crescent. 

As well, the writer describes the last day of Treme's final season, which is only a half season of episodes, all the team got funding for from HBO. There will be no more after these 5 episodes air.

But hey! there's the solipsistic navel lint picking of Girls to console us. Ain't life just Grand O Ho Dee Ho Dough!

Thursday, January 24, 2013

YouTube Video for "Between Piety and Desire" from *Kiss You Down South*

Dan Rose made it, down there in New Orleans, where the Mardi Gras krewes are a-rollin!

Published on January 24, 2013
A video for "Between Piety and Desire," cut #3 from Ned Sublette's album Kiss You Down South. Music recorded at Piety Street Recording in New Orleans, produced by Ned with Peter Gordon and Mark Bingham. It was a treat to work with Ned, and not too difficult, as I live, not between Piety and Desire, but a handful of blocks downriver of. All images acquired with me cellphone. Live footage was obtained during Ned's record release party on December 7, 2012, at Siberia, on St. Claude Avenue, New Orleans.
Dan Rose


And here it is:


Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Historian, raconteur, guitarist Ned Sublette plays songs from new album Dec. 7, at Siberia

A nice story - interview on NOLA.Com (used to be the Times-Picayune, before they closed the print edition) about El V, plus a photo of Kiss You Down South and a video of Willie Nelson doing "Cowboys are Frequently Secretly."

Gather ‘round the campfire with Ned Sublette, as he plays music from Kiss You Down South at Siberia (2227 St. Claude Ave.) from 7-9 p.m., Friday, Dec. 7. Tickets $5.
He's in New Orleans primarily of course, for the One Book, One New Orleans program, where he's looking forward to meeting people who have read The World That Made New Orleans. Tomorrow, Thursday, he'll be appearing with his author hat on at the Latter Library (5120 St. Charles) in New Orleans, from 4 to 6 p.m.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

From Da List -- Artist, Houngan

From Da List -- the photos that go with the interview are fairly spectacular, beginning where Michael started in Buffalo, into his loft and studio -- and his work:

[ " If you know me well, you know I'm a big fan of the work of my artist friend Michael Zwack. A while back (quite a while back), I interviewed him for freundevonfreunden.com, a website that does photo shoots of artists in their studios and neighborhoods. The interview has finally been published here. If you scroll down there are images of his djevo (altars -- Michael is a houngan asogwe, or ritual expert in vodou), as well as of his paintings-in-progress . . .

Thanks to those who have checked out HIP DEEP ANGOLA, PART THREE: A SPIRITUAL JOURNEY TO MBANZA-KONGO. I can't be objective about it, because I'm too close to it, but the experience that I'm reporting on was one of the most important things I've ever done. I'm grinding away on the fourth and final episode now. For those just tuning in, the first two HIP DEEP ANGOLAs are here and here.

In other news: I'm going to NOLA next week for events connected with One Book One New Orleans, which has chosen The World That Made New Orleans as its book this year. While I'm there, I'll be doing my first-ever performance in a New Orleans nightclub, to debut my new CD there. Attached (and appended) is the flyer . . .

The Official New Orleans Kiss You Down South Record Party and Live Concert.

Friday, Dec. 7, starts at 7, ends at 9, at Siberia, 2227 St. Claude. Tell your friends." ]

Monday, October 22, 2012

[Nedslist] Between Piety and Desire download / Roulette Oct. 23


CDs exist! We are now in a post-Kiss You Down South world.

I've uploaded an mp3 of one of the songs on the album -- "Between Piety and Desire" (which was pretty much the theme song of my book The Year Before the Flood) -- as a [nedslist] exclusive, available right here.

Tell your friends about our show! This is the obligatory day-before reminder that I'm playing my only NYC solo concert of the year tomorrow (Tuesday) at Roulette, 509 Atlantic Avenue, convenient to the trains, in Brooklyn. The page for the concert on Roulette's website is here.

National Geographic's world music site has a nice piece about the album and concert.

Besides concert merch and mail order (postmambo@gmail.com, and soon from CD Baby), the tracks will be available on iTunes and other download services. But those are mp3s, and when you buy a CD, you get those lovely uncompressed *.wav files.

Press and radio people: contact me for material.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Friday, June 1, 2012

I Must Tell You About The Mothers Who Copulate With Donkeys! + *Kiss You Down South*


Our friend, Elijah Wald, has his new book just out, The Dozens: A History of Rap's Mama. Among the illustrations, getting a whole page to itself, and a long caption, is the Stela of Great Chief Of Militia Nesdjehuti c. 725 BC) reads (right to left)

[ "A donkey shall copulate with him, a donkey shall copulate with his wife, his wife shall copulate with his child." The Egyptian term for copulate was n-k, cognate with the Arabic nik, whence the French nique, as in nique ta mére. The concept survves in Swahili, mama yako anatombwa na punda, "Your mother copulates with a donkey," quoted in the filmCotton Comes to Harlem. (Ashmolean Museum, University of Oxford. Tanslation by Jac. J. Janssen.) " ]

And, why yes, if you should ask, el V is credited in the acknowledgments -- his kind of book fo shu! Actually, it is wonderful, and makes great reading aloud, which of course it would, the subject being what it is. Eiijah's books are always great -- his previous title was, How the Beatles Destroyed Rock and Roll, a valuable and entertaining study of the Billboard Number One hits from the time it began. You can just hear Elijah chortling away as he writes all those Bad Words on every page and knowing that the Oxford University Press will be publishing them.

El V's having a photo shoot of self, hat and guitar for Kiss You Down South's cover art.  Why yes, the album - cd - whatever is finally coming out!

Saturday, April 30, 2011

In Baltimore, Tomorrow

From el V:

Attention Baltimoreans!


Ned Sublette + Madison Smartt Bell, Sunday night (May Day! May Day!) at 7 pm, Cyclops Books + Music, 30 West North Ave. at Maryland (next to
Windup Space and catty-corner from Joe2.)


I will be reading from "The Year Before the Flood" and singing songs
from the forthcoming album "Kiss You Down South."

Thursday, September 30, 2010

His Nness's October Schedule, So Far

10 a.m. (!), Capital Bookfest, Largo, Maryland.

Borders Largo, 931-A Capital Centre Blvd., Largo. Free. (301) 499-2173
Capital Bookfest is presently in three cities. I was at their bookfest in handsome downtown Harrisburg -- the city is an architectural marvel -- two weeks ago, and had a lovely time. I'll be at their third fair this fall as well (Charleston, SC, November 6).

There's a pick for this Largo reading (!) by Steve Kiviat in this week's Washington City Paper:

http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/articles/39832/ned-sublette-at-borders-largo-october-2/


I'll be giving a talk at the University of New Orleans this coming Monday afternoon (October 4). It's open to the public . . . they made a nice poster.
Monday, October 4, 2010 • 4:30 p.m.
The University of New Orleans—Engineering 101
(corner of Founders Road/Leon C. Simon Blvd.)

And I'll be speaking at the University of Southern Mississippi (Hattiesburg) on Tuesday (5) at 6:30 p.m. in Bennett Auditorium . . . Haven't seen the poster yet . . .

Other dates, these musical:
October 15 in Baltimore, at Joe Squared (on a program with Madison Bell and the Forgetters) http://www.joesquared.com/?page_id=2

October 21 in NYC, a solo evening-with-ned at the David Rubenstein Atrium, and it's free. www.lincolncenter.org/.../Target_Free_Sept_Dec_2010_Release_FINAL_8_26_10.pdf

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Tonight's Vaquero's Official Washington College & C'Town Debut

Reception, with drinks and nibbles at 6 PM.
6:30 PM, Center Stage, Hodson Hall Commons (a/k/a 'da egg,' the students call the theater) at Washington College. 45 minutes of Mr. Sublette's lecture/performance "Kiss You Down South: An Evening of Music and History."

Then the hard part, dinner at the Hyson-Ringgold House, residence of the WC president. Sigh. However, it is another beautiful day.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Home, From The Land of Rice and Red Beans

With mixed album, "Kiss You Down South," in hand.

Also returned plus many itchy welts on feet, ankles, lower legs and arms from mosquito bites. We left NYC in 92 + steam heat and went to ... 92 degree steam heat, and returned again to same. Yet, it's different.

Feline Update: Mz Minneola KittyKat Empress of the Universe, who never has allowed anyone but TR to pet her, or in any other lap as she ever deigned to sit, was petted by, played with and lapsat upon, by moi. Now, as keeper of the beefy feast cans and the kibble both, I had mucho leverage. TR's epression when he came home and found Mz KK sitting in my lap, being petted, while Elvis played on the house sound system and I was reading, was priceless. IOW, all was right in KK's world. "Who needs you?" she said. "You, who go away without warning, abandon and reject me, leave me nothing to rely upon but the kindness of strangers?"

Needless to add that she forgave him. Very quickly too. Besides, she was partly convinced we'd kidnapped TR, tied him up and locked him away from her. Or maybe not. We were still very good amigas by the time TR drove us to Louis Armstrong airport, blasting "Kiss You Down South" all the way (release date, 2011).

El V went to visit with the Hudson News Booksellers's manager and sign books. But again, they were all out, except for a single copy of The Year Before the Flood. She said this title was also a very good seller for them, and as of last month started out-selling The World That Made New Orleans. She speculates that is because there are so many repeat fliers coming through. They loved TWTMNO and wanted another New Orleans book by the same writer.

We had a bad flight home, the worst flight I've experienced in a long time. The weather, first. Thunderstorms all up and down the east coast canceled or delayed many flights and diverted many more. So our flight got packed with passengers from another airline that got diverted to LA airport. We ourselves sat on the runway and took off nearly 50 minutes behind schedule. But what was the worst is among the passenger that boarded us from a canceled flight was a preggers woman, her husband, their 5 month twins and three year old daughter. They complained that we were taking up too much room in the over-head -- i.e. el V's guitar kept them from stowing their strollers, car seats, etc. above our heads. Can we say breeders? They were seated right behind us. The kid in the middle who kicked my seat the entire time. The twins screamed in stereo the entire time. Who in their right minds was traveling with infants when they don 't have to? Evidently they were on their way to a conference - meet-up - something with Our Own Kind, targeting femnazis, commies, socialists, public school supporters and those who are pro contraception and family planning. I devoutly desired opium -- not for me, but to put in the milk, whatever, of ALL of these terrifying enemies of the nation. On our way to NO, all we had to contend with was the cutest tiny doggie, who was fed "Calming Doggie Treats" all the flight, and who only issued cute, tiny barks upon descent.

We lucked out at the end though. The latest thunderstorm didn't break until after we got into the taxi and were over the bridge. At home we'd cleverly had frozen pasta sauce beforehand, and had pasta on hand. I also had some more of Elizabeth's garden stuff which I'd cleverly stowed in my carry on, in which the produce weathered the flight admirably -- kept cold as in a cold case in the overhead.

It did take almost all night for our little a/c unit plus fans to cool off the apartment, in which over 90 + heat had not been dissapated or mitigated for 11 days.

This morning we learn the publishers don't want the short version of the Haiti book. It is unanimous with everyone with decision power at the comany that they want a full length book about Haiti instead. They are unanimous also about wanting the Slave Coast book. Which is all good. But when can the Haiti book then be finished? When can el V go to Haiti??????? Because we are committed to the American Slave Coast project while in Maryland, and then Angola in September 2011. I supposed it will get worked out. The upside is that there is more time for el V HERE, to work on moving.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

"Kiss You Down South" 8

Unsurprisingly, the MIXmixmixmixmix process is not finished.  Thus the activities originally scheduled for today such as photo shoot and dinner are canceled.

Gads, the stuff is gorgeous!

More rain and thunder, but not any of the crackers that announce the coming of god or the devil and the end of all things.

Spent most of yesterday working on the Maryland project while Turner Classics played.  The theme last night was Morocco.  Bing and Bob's Road to Morocco.  It's the first one of these I've ever seen.  This may be the fourth time I've seen, so to speak, as I'm not really watching carefully, The Wind and the Lion (1975) down here in New Orleans. Guess Turner Classics really likes this one. The Gary Cooper - Dietrich Morocco (1930), followed, as preposterous as it could possibly be, except for that terrific scene close  to the beginning in which Dietrich takes a flower from a giggling audience member's hair, kisses her in gratitude, and then throws the flower to Cooper.  I have seen this before and the ending annoyed me as much then as now.  But I was wrong!  There is something even more preposterous to follow -- The Desert Song (1953), a musical, starring Gordon MacRae who, an American mild-mannered wimpy anthropologist by day, leads the 'Rifters' tribe on raids upon the evile and stupid Legion and a sheikh plotting to Rule It All by night, while breaking into song and rebuffing the native nomad princess.  Somehow he's gonna hook up with the daughhter of an American general stationed in Tangier.  Or something. All while breaking into the most ridiculous 1950's American movie music. Is he Zorro? The Scarlet Pimpernel?  Robin Hood?  Not even Avatar - Airbender fail Hollywood would dare such a preposterous set up these days.

I do enjoy The Wind and the Lion as a strongly made romantic historical adventure movie drama, even though Sean Connery plays the courtly Berber, the great warrior, Raisuli, who kidnaps Candace Bergen and her children. Intentionally or not, the film presents a fine portrait of the perpetuated Teddy Roosevelt mythology of American Big Stickness, engineering and military unstoppableness and how we can do anything colonial empire building. I should sometime keep count of how often "Big Stick" is referred to in the film, and by whom. The movie paired very nicely with reading Vidal's Hollywood, which refers back to this era constantly during the Wilsonian administrations. When TRoosevelt suddenly dies, and Harding comes in people feel finally of him and his American abroad masculine adventurism of imperial colonialism. Now they can relax into the orgiastic '20's and make money, which is the actual point of the nation.

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.

Friday, July 16, 2010

"Kiss You Down South" 6

Yesterday E gave me some perfectly ripe local heirloom tomatoes and fresh basil from her garden, as well as perfectly ripe Alabama peaches. I happened to have a perfectly ripe avocado at home. Dinner, instantly! Or as soon as I could slice and dice and peel.

Tonight el V's doing the last of the vocal recording sessions. Now, to mix! MB's preparing a feast of shrimp and boudine sausage stew and I know not what else, othet than corn on the cob and steamed broccoli. Some friends are coming by. It's going to be a sing-along!

Overcast today, so even though it's very humid and 92 it feels less hot. The stink of oil was prevelant this morning too, though not necessarily from the BP Blowout. Since there's no light the city looks dismal and sulky today, just like Kitty Kat.

Thunder cracker woke us about 7 AM. Mz M KK EofU flipped every which way and inside out. Twitchy to start with, certain that we've got TR hidden away somewhere, that was the last straw. She began screaming. Which woke up el V, whereas the thunder cracker did not, so he's mighty PO-ed, as this is a long day and night ahead. He went back to sleep. I got up to try and soothe her. Maybe she's a somewhat autistic feline? She doesn't 'play' in the way other cats do; perhaps she doesn't know how to? Made tea and fixed her food. But she was so cranky. She wanted wanted wanted ... what? To be petted, but something else too, but what?

Yesterday afternoon and night she got very vocal and demanding, but what was she demanding? I think she wants attention but then she goes and hides in a corner, which effectively ends any interaction, silly cat. She wants to be chased, but chased just so, and then runs into her hidey holes and thus the chase ends, and then she sulks.

She also wants me downstairs, not upstairs, where I like to work at the New Thing, listen to WWOZ, or watch the local evening news. Not that she'll sit next to me when I am downstairs. No, I'm supposed to squat on the floor or the stairs and stroke her. Weird little kitty. I feel sad for her. Particularly today, as I'm going to be in the studio for the afternoon and into the night, so she'll be alone. There are more thunder crackers for today, tonight and tomorrow, poor thing.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

"Kiss You Down South" 4

El V wasn't supposed to work yesterday or today. That was PG's time. But PG wasn't ready yesterday. He did a great session today though, with some local musicians on guitar and tuba, adding their parts to stuff he laid down and recorded years ago. Not only did PG transfer his two inches to digital, he got more tracks and now thinks he knows what he's doing with these pieces.

The plan for me today was to show up at the studio at the beginning of the evening or dinner time (M made another incredible feast), so I'd be around when he began singing again. I came ready to be audience and cheer leader, so left the computer at home. Silly me, forgetting this is STUDIO time, so naturally the singing time is still far away. El V ran back to TR's and brought my computer so I can be occupied for the next few hours.  ETA: People are starting to drop by ... to hang out with while he sings the repetoire down.   Such good friends, writers and musicians. K -- I feel so guilty.  The gossip sessions regarding a lot of the local musicians etc. that you really like -- you would surely appreciate this in exactly the way it should be!
I spent the day at home feeding the cat, cleaning the cat box, taking out garbage, making a most amazing soup out of dried stuffs in the crock pot, doing laundry, working out, watering the deck-garden ferns, elephant ears and other plants (the daily rains have quit as of yesterday -- also the Gulf is remarkably quiet, so that the good side of it). So I'm ready to just sit at a screen for a while.

Mz M KK EotU was much more relaxed this morning. She knows she will eat, I guess. Also, I insisted el V. allow the bedroom door be open when we slept. She won't jump up and sleep with us. But she knows we're there, and she can come in and sit in a corner if she gets nervous. It's all worked well.

The spell of New Orleans, its sheer loveliness, remains in full effect.  Why this is so I can't possibly comment, but somehow this is the exactly right place to be reading Gore Vidal's 1990 novel of Washington D.C., Woodrow Wilson, WWI, Harding and early Hollywood, Hollywood, which, natch, I pulled off TR's shelves.  Gore Vidal knows his history, though I really object to his characterization of Grant.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

"Kiss You Down South" 3

He laid down 30 songs in a marathon three and half hours last night -- without the click. Got home at two in the AM, wired as jack.  Listened down this morning.  Decided he needed to do it again, with click.  It felt too rushed, to him. Also broke two nails, so a visit to the Vietnamese nail place on Canal was in order today.

But is it too rushed?  PG and I discuss this.  It sounds with all the passionate intensity of his concert delivery without the click.  So ... well, PG agrees, that yes, some of the songs might be better with the click, but some without.  The wonders of digital editing and mixing, you can have them both.  They are re-recording and cutting both, now.

Last night Mz Minneola KittyKat Empress of the Universe spent a lot of time with me, talking and purring.  All fine.

But the night rolled on. And on.  No TR ....

After el V and I went to bed she cried for a while.

When I came down this morning she was curled in her hidey corner in the dining room behind the big chair.  She wouldn't even open her eyes.  She was a furry bundle of rejected, abandoned feline misery.

I talked to her for a while.  She wouldn't look at me.  Unlike usually, she'd eaten all the food in her bowl.

After I made tea and read a while, she came out of her corner and sat looking at me from a distance.  I got a can of her food and talked to her.  She came close.  I petted her a little bit.  Opened the food.  She ate, and then asked for tummy stroking.  So I guess things will be fine.  She has decided that el V is a monster though.

Ooofta it is hot and humid here.  I got mesmerized later in the afternoon by the tossing palms and ferns and the magnolia trees around TR's house.  Like Mz M. I just sat and stared fixedly at the botantical creatures morphing and transforming, yet staying themselves.  It's a lot of fun working in that big kitchen. It's a preview maybe of what it will be like in the Chestertown House. It's just lovely, really.

Monday, July 12, 2010

"Kiss You Down South" 2

After el V came home last night we listened back via the burned CD to what they'd done in the session.

Omighoddessa of New Orleans, does that guitar sound fat, full, beautiful.  El V's playing is so authoratative one doesn't even notice how complex the music is.

He's also achieved his goal: that this sound -- guitar, voice and delivery -- just like what it sounds like, particularly to him, in our kitchen.  It really does.  When he's talking on the burn to the engineers and PG (PG and MB are co-producers with el V) I thought he was talking right there in TR's living room.

TR's house is from the late nineteenth century -- all wood.  The massive cabinent in which he has his CD player is from that era and all wood.

As PG understood immediately, "Now that I'm here I really get what N has always said about how the atmosphere, the moisture and the wood that are New Orleans is a big part of what allows New Orleans music its greatness and uniqueness."

It's really gorgeous and all it is is one guy playing his guitar and singing his songs.

So this is what it is through Saturday.  Sunday night friends are throwing a party.  Monday we go back to NYC to get ready for Haiti and then Maryland.  Oh, yes, and our anniversary is in there somewhere too.

TR left very early this AM for the week.  When I came down two hours later, Mz Minnie KK EotU was in her favorite sunshine puddle in the dining room.  She mewed to me, rolled over and told me to pet her stomach.  Last night she purred while I petted her, and she purred again this AM.  Then el V showed up and she went all skittish -- or perhaps all flirtatious.  You don't always know with her.

She was interesting last night during that listen back session:  We were all sitting in the front room.  She came to join us.  People sitting around reading, computing, talking, while music plays is her security and safety zone.  She sat in chair that was at the height all the rest of us were sitting.  Her ears were very busy, as busy as ours, with the tracks playing.  She did not go to sleep.  Toys are of no interest to her whatsoever.  One gets the feeling that she may well be a most intellectual feline.  But then, that's who her person is.  And, just as her person is a true gentleman, she's also a true lady.

In other areas: since MB hadn't time to shop he wasn't able to make the usual studio dinnertime feast he does for sessions.  So out it was, to Bacchanal.  It, like dba Saturday night for John Boutte was filled with uptown hipsters. At Tip's later (after the Moon Tour, which this time was depressing as we spent most of it driving past endless empty houses in MidCity), which was at least half 'ghetto' fro the benefit, white uptown girls watched the black girls dancing and carefully mirrored every move they made.  It was weird ads hell to watch, though it surely must have been more fun to do!

MB says that HBO Treme showed the uptowners where to go and how to learn the moves that are supposd to make them hip downtown. I dunno about that though, blessed as I was by an endless lecture by one of them about why Sade was the greatest musical artist of our time.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Recording "Kiss You Down South"

Has begun.  Blessings on the sessions, O Changó.

Rain periodically.  Perfume scented steam bath.  The vegetation riots.  Brunch at Satsuma's.

Mz Minneola KittyKat Empress of the Universe is extraordinarily friendly.

Surrounded by loving wonderful talented supportive people!