My knowledge of Nottingham, UK, extends to the Robin Hood movies I grew up watching as a kid courtesy of WGN Family Classics (featuring Douglas Fairbanks) and Disney (with a cartoon fox). I don’t know much of its music scene, yet I’ve been obsessing lately over instrumental recordings from a pair of bands that hail from there — Kogumaza and Souvaris.
I went to the New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival last weekend. Thanks to the miracle of LlamaVision, I’m able to share with you some exciting moments from my trip.
Another mad inventor. Wild hair, thick glasses, a lab-coat with strange items poking and bulging from every pocket. His latest invention—the micro-text suit. See it hanging in its vacuum-sealed display case. He will move it carefully into a garment bag and bring it to the offices of the Board of Directors. They will finally see the fruits of their investment—of so many years and so much money. He will explain to them his brilliant concept and execution, how he has managed—through patented techniques—to molecularly print the text of any desired passage onto the fibers of this comfortable and stylish material.
Ladies and Gentlemen, we interrupt this post for a special report: Jimmy Gabacho, a virtually unknown blogger who posts regularly on Bark, Bugs, Leaves and Lizards and on My Ongoing Struggle just found out that Osama bin Laden was killed by Navy Seals last week. …
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crossposted at The G Bitch Spot I took down a recent post on efforts by a group of parents and neighbors to create a neighborhood school at the Colton site. An email birdie sent me information, told me to disseminate, then almost immediately corrected the…
I’m a snob, and so are you.
Ow! Quit hittin’ me! Makin’ a point here!
In the specific definition I have in mind, a snob is a person who feels and acts smugly superior about his or her particular tastes or interests.
I’m not talking about people who treat others as social inferiors because of their class or race. That is the sport of vertical snobbery, which requires pitons, crampons and a sharp ice axe.
I was an 8 o’clocker, on one of the first few busses over to the Fairgrounds. Impressions essentially in chronological order:
I had a chair. Zulu umbrella. The usual Jazz Fest-y things in the bag I bought at Jazz Fest several years ago. And a big fat book for the waiting.
In Los Cabos, we arrived at the hotel right at dusk as the groundskeepers were lighting the candles and tiki torches that illuminated the paths through the garden. The place was beautiful. The architecture is traditional Mexican: terracotta floors, whitewashed walls, colorful ceramic tiles, red-tiled…
The producers of HBO’s Treme have gone into crisis mode to tamp down another controversy. Fresh off the heels of the brouhaha that ensued when houses depicted in the advertising campaign promoting the first season of Treme were demolished following a high profile spat between Treme creator David Simon and New Orleans Mayor Mitch Landrieu over a feeble attempt by preservationists and Treme producers to save the doomed structures, preservationists have now turned their attention to the chair featured in the advertising campaign for the second season of Treme.
Preservationists contend the chair was once sat in by Hokie Mokie, considered by many the “King of Jazz” for a brief period in the 1940s. Mokie apparently sat in the chair during a rent party in the Back ‘O Town neighborhood later essentially mowed over by urban renewal projects in the 1960s.
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Oh those men, those lives, those times, so fabled in song and story–a few stories, anyway, one or two songs; now they are mostly forgotten, but who were they and what made them do it? And what did doing it make them? Those sitter-outers of life. Those canny ostriches with their heads stuck in the soft sand of dreams while the earth changed and hardened around them. Those daring young men in their flannel pajamas. Sleepers we called them once, or VanWinkles, and once they did not mind such names. But eventually these labels struck one or more of them as derogatory.
In the wake of President Obama’s announcement of Osama Bin Laden’s death, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton rushed to preempt an idea that must be coalescing in the minds of many Americans even though most corporate TV pundits seem to be missing it: Now that…