Monday, April 25, 2011
10 years ago we had a dream of making a record that would encompass all things Louisiana that we knew. It would be homemade, with our own money and sweat. At no point would we compromise its integrity during the making of it and especially while selling it, which is why there are no platinum records hanging on our walls. It was nice to see a vision take shape and enter so many people lives and see the affects our dreams had on people. Fast forward to now, on the river back home in New Orleans, the dream is back. So nice to have a dream. I was beginning to feel no pulse!
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Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long broken urn
For his mourners will be outcast men
And outcast always mourn...
Pere- La Chaise is the world's most visited cemetery attracting thousands of visitors to the graves of those who enhanced French life for the past 200 years. It is also the site of WWI memorials.
I always felt that we are wasting earth with our plots and monuments in stone, only to be forgotten over time. It wasn't until I went to the Pere-La Chaise, Paris' famed cemetery, where my attitude changed. It turned into a very special pilgrimage for us. After many winding turns and in this city of the dead I found the resting place of the great Fredric Chopin, one of my greatest musical influences. We came across an old gentleman there dusting off the grave and tending to the flowers. What a beautiful feeling to be there in that silence, his melodies living inside of me.
It was nice to check kissing Oscar Wilde's grave off of my list of things to do. Kisses left by admirers maybe not so much for his writings but maybe more for his wit and daring lifestyle. A hero and martyr to some, Wilde embodies the original rebel. Some say it is because he was jailed for love, and the romance of this notion is the reason for the kisses. The flying angel headstone has been castrated twice!
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Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The Oui Boys and Girls in Cancale, France Spring 2010. We spent the day watching The Tide of Galloping Horses. As the horses set out to the sea, the tractors rolled down to harvest the oysters. We bought all shapes and sizes at the little striped huts for 4 euros. Before we went up the hill to reach for the clouds, we sipped Portail wine that we had picked up earlier in the day directly from the hands that nurtured the vines. The boats were left stranded, as if they were shipped wrecked only to be gathered up by the horses galloping in. This was reason enough to remain suspended in the air.
Old Jefferson, Louisiana
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Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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