I like the very square, sharp tuners and Rellog Gitona pickups. It’s this.
The Balfa Brothers : La Danse De Mardi Gras
It’s not Mardi Gras, not yet ( although it’s coming, and if you’re not working on your costume, you should at least have an idea of what you’re going to make ), but it’s nice here, on a winter Sunday. It’s in the mid-60s, and you have a funny situation on the street : people like me, children of the calamitous winters of the midwest, in t-shirts, walking with people who were born here, who are wearing hats and gloves.
There’s good light : neither the blazing, malevolent sun of New Orleans summers, nor the wan little egg-yolk that hangs limply in the Wisconsin sky in January. Church bells ring, 19th century bronze shimmering in the air. We drink coffee with chicory ( they tell me it’s an acquired taste, but I’ve always liked it ) and eat good things. We listen to Cajun music on WWOZ ( you can too ).
* ” It’s a thin line between being a pro and a masochist. “ John Waters on fame maintenance.
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* ” Leningraders struggled to concerts played by emaciated, half-dead musicians in freezing halls. Music had become an emblem of that peculiar Russian ability, honed through centuries of repression and hardship and in the end disastrously underestimated by Hitler, to slow down their mental metabolism almost to a standstill and survive like aesthetically tuned cattle in conditions that would drive others to breakdown and insanity. “ Leningrad: Siege and Symphony Also, apocryphal Icons.
* ” Seriously, what am I ‘saving’ you from? Al-Qaeda abandoned its goal of a global caliphate years ago and has since retooled to source a collection of loosely affiliated regional insurgencies that, while dangerous, won’t disrupt your flow of touch screens and high-fructose corn syrup anytime soon. “ Soldier responds to letter from a first grader.