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"Hipness: A Profound Colloquialism Expressed by an Abstract Truth." --Alvin Batiste
Musicians and music and event lovers!
Jazz, jazz & then, of course, Jazz!
Reggae, Calypso, Quelbe, Cariso, Salsa,
Zydeco, R&B, Funk, Blues, Classical, Country,
Gospel...If it's good---it's GOOD!
Clark Terry does "Mumbles" on LEGENDS OF JAZZ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJuFDvH8wGs
http://www.myspace.com/alvinbatiste
Irma Thomas: Backwater Blues (ck out the sidemen on this one!)
New Orleans Social Club:
Fortunate Son
BIG CHIEF DONALD HARRISON
ALVIN BATISTE!
We are sometimes blessed, beyond all imagination, when our paths are led to intersect with One Phenomenal Spirit that will forever change our lives...our way of thinking...our perspective on all things. For me, that incredible Soul is Alvin Batiste: Legendary Jazz Master, Renaissance Man, TEACHER. One of the most extraordinary humans I've ever known! Having been blessed with the opportunity to Know him, Love him, and call him friend/family has changed Me for all time. My gratitude to him, and his beautiful wife and soulmate, Poet Edith Chatters-Batiste, will remain firmly in place....always. I miss you, Bat!
"Jazz is--
the justification of being
the ascension of the soul,
the zeal of spirit
and the zest of life."
--Edith C. Batiste
Dr. John: "Dream Warrior"...He LOVES New Orleans & now He's Mad!
Bringing the Music Back to New Orleans!
Jesse Boyd Trio- "August" from Jesse Boyd on Vimeo .
Jesse Boyd Trio
New Orleans
If your American dream is painted on a canvasNeatly folded in the corner of Andy Warhol’s mindNew Orleans is a hurricane beating down your coast
If you close your eyesAnd feel the easy ride
Of the St. Charles Street CarWhere a solo tubaBlows the scent of magnoliaDown narrow streetsand everyone plays possum with the heatand no one’s too big or too smallto paint their tongue with a snowball
where former slaves pay homage to the first Americansby masking in suits of rhine stones and bright
colored feathers
that transform security guards into Indian Chiefsdoing rain dances on Congo Squarewhere the drums drumand the wine drinkand the big chief singsomebody give me a quartercause pretty big chief want some water
if you can envision the souls of yesterdayliving in the musicthat rises from the cracks in the sidewalksNew Orleans is your dreamWith a heart as soft
As the spanish mossDripping from centuries old oak trees
She’s a pretty face with dirty feetThe good witch of lake Ponchartrain
The spice god of shrimp and crawfishKeeping the spirits fed
Communities of windowless monumentsMasquerading as cemeteries
Tower above groundNo earth or worms to cover the fleshNo silver bullets to turn out the spiritsThat still dance with her
Spin your umbrella
And wave your bandanna
It’s Mardi Gras timeAnd everybody’s happy
Armed with a blue print of civilizationThe new world stormed inWith enough asphalt and cementTo pave a boulevard back to Paris
the spirit of the swamp still hasn’t submittedLeaving mildewed kisses of disapproval
On every thing foreign to the wet lands
Catholicism could not turn out the spirit of Marie Laveau
The wrecking ball could not turn out the spirit of StoryvilleAnd death could not turn out the spirit of Louis Armstrong
When yesterday hangs on to foreverTradition is a temple.--Chuck Perkins
Midnite: St. Croix USVI