Sunday, May 11, 2008

New Orleans Jazz Fest - Keeping the music Alive

This was our first Jazz Fest and already i'm planning our next trip! We were lucky enough to have friends Steve and Kim living down there who opened their awesome home to host us. I'd been down to New Orleans once in college and Mike had been when he was much younger, so we both had some fuzzy memories of it...(for different reasons - ha!)
What an experience being down there post-Katrina! I didn't realize that the entire city had been evacuated, whether or not your home was affected, you had to leave - the city shut down, no power, nothing. Many never returned. Out of half a million people, something like 250,000 came back. So everyone has a post-Katrina story. I didn't expect to be so moved, both through the music and artists referring to loved ones lost, a city as they knew it changed, as well as witnessing boarded up homes left and never returned to, spray-painted tags of # of people or pets left when the rescue crews (finally) came through. This flood is ever-present, even 2 and 1/2 years later, a city picking up its pieces, mourning its loss, accepting the reality of a flawed system that did not take care of its people, and turning to its people to take care of each other. All this while keeping the music alive which is, perhaps, the mortar in rebuilding this vibrant city of sound.
I had Randy Newman's phenomenal (IMHO) piano ballad "Louisiana 1927" playing in my head throughout the weekend. Maybe it's the way his piano chords rise in just the perfect mournful and beautiful way, or his husky, cracking vocals, or the fact that a song written in the 70's about a flood in the 20's can clairvoyantly describe the flood of 2005 to such precision that it can now be considered a "folk" song as Louisiana artists borrow it and make it the story of their own experience, singing it to audiences who, themselves, are moved to tears. I did not realize that this revitalization of the song was happening, that it had become an anthem - so to speak - for the city and, unfortunately did not hear any renditions live at the fest, though many were sung. But the song was in my head just he same.
Here's a link to Randy Newman's version, don't know where this is from or even when:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91Eb3FiebTs
And here's one by John Boutte done at JazzFest '06, adding his own lyrics in the second verse (instead of streets of evangeline, it's streets of the lower 9, etc. nice rhyme!)
http://www.myspace.com/johnboutte
Randy's piano is still my favorite!
Meanwhile being at jazzfest was like perusing an-all-you-can-eat buffet of some of the best music around. All at once! There is a "jazz tent" but other than that, there's not much jazz at all - everything from blues to funk to gospel to rock, zydeco, bluegrass... the mardi gras indians who i'd never even heard of - african americans dressed in american indian traditional garb that are, apparently a New Orleans music staple. Each genre with their own tent or stage. We'd be walking along and hear off in the distance Santana playing "oye como va" while we'd be entering a world of gospel as Irma Thomas belted "Down by the Riverside..." We stayed in the jazz tent to watch Bobby McFerren duet with Chick Corea while Steve and Kim caught Aaron Neville singing Amazing Grace in the gospel tent, his homecoming to New Orleans being front page news. Everywhere we went felt full of life and energy.
At night the air was thick with the scent of jasmine.
We'll be back...


Near Steve and Kim's in Uptown

We could be on the moon and we'd run into SuzyQ

Bobby McFerrin and Chick Corea - a very weird sound...

Steve, Kim, Cory, Mike!

Irma Thomas

RIP

Abandoned

Big Trees with spanish moss!

On the walk to the fairgrounds

street art sums up the sentiment

Busted out the soles of my shoes

Turtles!

Mist tent - it's damn hot on the bayou

Mardi Gras Indians

Night time - French Quarter

Cory live!

a taste of zydeco (press play)

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Maho Bay Getaway!

St. John, USVI


Maho Bay Camps




Yoga in Paradise!




Day Trip to Virgin Gorda, British Virgin Islands

Aboard the USS Limnos Catamaran Tour


The Baths, Virgin Gorda



Snorkeling the caves of Norman Island, British Virgin Islands



Back in Saint Thomas...


Hear the waves on Trunk Bay Beach...


Sunday, December 30, 2007

Christmas at the Bucklands!


Mike and Gramp

Mom & Dad 'B'

The Stetson Three

Grammy hoopin' it up!



The whole gang

Custom-made angel walking stick by Uncle Jim



Bridgie Bucky


Definitely the theme of the Eve
(and Mike really has never looked better than in that high school portrait)

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Solstice Soiree ~ 5th Annual

For the past 5 years, there has been a winter solstice party here on Mountain Ave - always on the night of the solstice, always complete with a raucous yankee swap. I had never even heard of yankee swaps until moving to Boston (go figure...) and ever since FINALLY getting invited to one of Mike's soirees a few years ago (I guess as the girlfriend you're automatically in) I now feel like I too am a bonified yankee. This year's top gifts included a combo gift set of a crow bar/educational poster set on "Respect" and "Responsibility." Did you know that Responsibility means meeting someone's expectations to the best of your ability? This credo was finely illustrated with 2 laughing children washing a dog (to the best of their ability). I was never big on other people's expectations (just ask my parents...) But i liked the poster on Respect - something about taking into consideration other people's feelings, thoughts, and beliefs. As a full time therapist at a methodone clinic, I almost have this one down. I'm practicing on Mike :) The anonymous benefactor of this crowbar/educational poster dynamic combo has been to the solstice soiree year after year and was proud that his contribution was so popular that it actually was "frozen" (in yankee swap terms, this means people wanted it so bad, that aftr it's third trade it couldn't be swapped again.) He mentioned "I finally understand what constitutes a good gift at the soiree, something kind of manly and out-there at the same time."
Other popular swap gifts included: a ceramic ET and a handmade furry vest covered in red fuzzy balls, perfect for the playa or anytime really. Personally, I was all set after swapping for the "rabbit" (those wine openers that make wine opening easy, no matter how much you've already consumed) and had literally put it away in the cabinet (a little presumptuous apparently) when one of the last swappers, swapped for it! even the hostess is not immune to yankee hell.
Another highlight included some yankee mischief involving 2 manly, out-there culprits who shall remain nameless, but who somehow managed to screw up the whole number picking system, putting duplicate numbers in the hat, so that every once in awhile, 2 people had the same number. nothing a little rock, paper scissors couldn't solve however...
There were also many hand-made gifts contributed to the swap - from home-brew to earrings to photography to scarves. We are truly blessed to know so many generous and creative folks! Not to mention Bridgit, Mike's sister who designs and creates the beautiful invites each year. We've got to get her to come down next year from Maine.
Personally I have been a fan of the solstice for a long time. Winter solstice, summer solstice, fall and spring equinoxes, there's something magical about them to me. I guess because, though Pagan in their roots, they are also a scientific and natural phenomenon, that each year on the winter solstice, the night is the longest, and we then begin our return to the light, as Earth turns toward the sun once again and the days lengthen bit by bit till spring equinox, where day and night are in balance, to summer solstice the longest day, to fall equinox - again in balance and equal and then back to winter solstice again. This cyclical universe is truly a wonder to behold. I love how the solstice celebration gathers together many of our beloved friends year after year and has become it's own family tradition - one that is not in the name of Christ or stories from the Bible, but in believing in the miracle of what is right in front of us - laughter, giving, friendship, connection and the beauty of the longest night - year after year after year.