A Quick Update

Blessed readers, do not fear . . . I have not abandoned my blog.  With all that has been going on in my life lately (most pressingly, trying to finish this pesky thing called a thesis), my attention has been diverted a bit.  Once graduation is behind me, I hope to return to blogging on a more regular basis.

What I've been up to over the last several weeks (besides trying to graduate!):

• Attending the bigger-and-better-than-ever 2011 Oxford Film Festival

• Seeing the legendary Leon Russell in concert at the Saenger Theatre in Mobile, AL (and discovering the fabulous, Alabama-based guitarist Chris Simmons in the process - look him up!)

• Traveling back to Ole Miss for the 2011 Living Blues Blues Today Symposium

What I'm looking forward to over the next few weeks (besides graduation!):

• Attending the Railroad Revival Tour concert at Woldenberg Park in New Orleans (tour of the year, no doubt - SO stoked about this one!)

• Hopefully working on my second feature article for Living Blues (my first was "Daddy Mack Orr: A Time For Everything" in the October 2010 issue)

• Seeing Lucinda Williams for the first time at the NOLA House of Blues 

         • Hopefully finding gainful, full-time employment.  If you are a music-related media outlet, radio station, recording studio, or public relations firm, I am enthusiastic and have experience with print and social media; videography; and audio recording, editing, and engineering!

What I've been obsessed with lately:

• Mumford & Sons.  They had me at Grammy; folks, they really are that good.  Actually, I've been obssessed with this entire performance:

Marcus Mumford on Backing Dylan, Naked Songwriting and Why Arcade Fire Rule His World (Austin Scaggs, Rolling Stone)

Mumford & Sons' Ben Lovett Talks Fame, Fans And That Tick On His Bandmate (Miles Bennette-Eaton, justout)

• A possible fall reunion tour for Buffalo Springfield (OK, maybe this will be the tour of the year) . . .

Exclusive: Buffalo Springfield Plans to Reunite for Fall Tour (Patrick Doyle, Rolling Stone)

Buffalo Springfield Tour Slated for September (Richie Furay, richiefuray.com)

• Lucinda Williams' Blessed.  If you don't have it, run - don't walk - to get it.  You can thank me later.

Interview: A Conversation With The Legendary And Prolific Lucinda Williams (Chris Mateer, No Depression)

• Ruminating on Bob Dylan's upcoming 70th birthday and 50th anniversary as a Columbia Records recording artist . . .

with preparation and anticipation...Bob Dylan's 50th Anniversary (Easy Ed, No Depression)

In light of what took place in Wisconsin tonight, please also read Frostbite and Freedom: Tom Morello on the Battle of Madison (Rolling Stone).  And remember: If they can take away one group's collective bargaining rights, they can take away everyone's.

And last, but most certainly not least - rest in peace, Suze Rotolo. I've been reading her book, A Freewheelin' Time, which I find very inspiring, and I'd contemplated emailing her.  I wish now I hadn't waited.  Much more than just a beautiful face on an album cover, she was an extraordinary woman living in an extraordinary time, and I take these words of hers to heart:

"Greenwich Village bohemia exists no more.  It was the public square of the twentieth century for the outsiders, the mad ones, and the misfits.  Today all that remains are the posters, fliers, and signs preserved on the walls as a reminder of that bygone era when rents were cheap and New York replaced Paris as the destination for the creative crowd.

Those who feel they are not part of the mainstream are always somewhere, however.  Greenwich Village is a calling.  Though it is a concept now priced out of its physical space, as a state of mind, it will never be out of bounds.  In the end, like finds like: it doesn't matter whether there is an actual physical neighborhood or not.  A compelling and necessary idea will always find a place to plant itself. The creative spirit finds a way" (p. 365).

Thank you, Suze, for reminding me of that.  Whenever I start wishing I'd been born in time to see what you saw, I will remember that I've glimpsed - and even lived in - some Greenwich Villages of my own. Oxford, Mississippi and New Orleans, Louisiana inspire and invigorate me every time I visit, and I've been lucky enough to spend extended periods of time in both places.  Whenever I start wishing that I'd been around to witness Dylan's liftoff into music history, I will remember that there are artists right here and now who are making exciting music - and who knows what future trails they may currently be blazing? And, most importantly of all, whenever I start wishing I'd come of age in the '60s, I will remember that I have dear friends similar to Ms. Rotolo herself - friends whose presence, thoughts, and lives have enriched my existence beyond place, beyond time, beyond words.  No matter how much I may joke to the contrary, I was born in the right place and time, and my own Greenwich Village - both corporeal and mental - is always within reach.

And thank you, blessed readers, for following this blog, and for your kind words - you know who you are.   I'll be back soon. xo

Facebook Campaign: Neil Young to Perform on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon

Yes, I started this, for no other reason than because it would be hilarious to see them together.  It worked for Betty White's fans, didn't it?

If you'd like to see Neil Young perform with Jimmy Fallon (as Neil), "like" this page and tell your friends.

In the meantime, here's a peek backstage immediately following Bruce Springsteen's performance with Jimmy last week.

Come you ladies and you gentlemen, a-listen to my song . . .

Sing it to you right, but you might think it’s wrong
Just a little glimpse of a story I’ll tell . . .
- from Bob Dylan's "Hard Times in New York Town"


No, this blog ain't about hard times in the Big Apple, the Big Easy, the Piney Woods, or any of my various other domiciles - present, former, or future.  There might be a little hard travelin' involved in the stories I'll tell, but being one who has the curse of a gypsy on her soul, that's all right, mama.  As a wall plaque gifted me by a dear friend reads, "Life is a journey, not a destination."  I'm always happiest when I'm on the road, on my way to a new adventure - well, except for the times when I'm listening to music.


I've loved music for as long as I remember.  I've been singing ever since I could talk - maybe even before.  And I love all kinds of music.  My parents listened almost exclusively to country while I was growing up, while my sister plastered her bedroom walls with Van Halen and Poison posters.  This, along with Top 40 '80s rock and the Baptist hymnal, was the soundtrack of my childhood.  I danced to Michael Jackson, sang along with Willie Nelson, fled in terror whenever my folks played the Saturday Night Fever LP on the stereo (much to their amusement), and enthusiastically participated in church choirs and the high school chorus.  It must have been a shock to them all when I was drawn to classical music after seeing the touring production of Andrew Lloyd Webber's Phantom of the Opera at the New Orleans Saenger Theater when I was 15.  Hell, it was a surprise even to me at the time - at least, until my mother told me that when I was a baby, she placed a radio by my crib and played classical music softly to lull me to sleep at night.  Then it all made perfect sense.  I went on to participate in two All-State Honor Choirs during my junior and senior years, and spent half of my undergraduate career studying classical voice.  


I wanted to be an opera singer - well, I thought I did, anyway.  After many years of stopping and starting, I finally accepted that my heart just wasn't in it.  I wouldn't trade those years for anything, though; I had some wonderful experiences - not least among them singing with the USM Symphony Orchestra and Chorus at Lincoln Center and studying with world-class teachers like Robert Mesrobian (who passed away just a week ago - may he rest in peace) and Linda Zoghby - established lifelong friendships, and had lots of fun and adventures along the way.  (Words to the wise: NEVER take a cab to Battery Park after dark, do NOT enter the auditorium late after Leontyne Price has resumed her masterclass, and ALWAYS watch out for those red lights!)  I still love to sing, and still harbor dreams of singing professionally in some form or fashion.  But at 25 I found myself drawn back to rock and roll, that sometimes electric, sometimes acoustic (and sometimes both at once) conglomeration of folk, country and blues that was always playing in the background while I was growing up.  Though it may have been yet another surprise, especially to those who had known me as an opera snob, it once again made perfect sense to me.  In my mind, I had come full circle.


I remembered how much I used to enjoy listening to the voices of Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, and Emmylou Harris on the radio - after all, when I was little, you COULD still hear them on the radio!  I remembered the first album I ever asked my parents for: an Elvis Presley cassette tape (which I believe I still have somewhere).  If any one artist's body of work has encompassed all of the vernacular musical forms that the American South has produced, it's that of Mississippi's favorite son - better known as the King of Rock and Roll.

And I remembered how obsessed I'd been with Eric Clapton's Unplugged album when it came out.  The songs I listened to endlessly weren't necessarily the hits "Layla" or "Tears in Heaven," though I loved those, too.  I was more fascinated with "Alberta," "Nobody Knows You When You're Down And Out," "San Francisco Bay Blues," "Walkin' Blues," and "Malted Milk."  At 12 years old, I couldn't have told you why I was so drawn to these songs, and I'm not sure I could tell you now.  I just knew they were unusual, haunting, and compelling - like nothing I'd heard before.  I couldn't get enough of them.


The song titles notwithstanding, I had no idea that I was listening to blues, to covers of Robert Johnson and Jesse Fuller - let alone that I was living in the state that is arguably the birthplace of that uniquely American cultural product, that timeless art borne of injustice, inequality, and great suffering.  When it came back around to me at 25, I was ready to learn more and go deeper - into why and how the blues had been created, and why and how it came to influence the creative processes of my musical heroes.  


Thus I was spurred on to another adventure - to the pursuit of a Southern studies master's degree at Ole Miss, to work and write for Living Blues magazine, and to spend a year co-producing and engineering Mississippi Public Broadcasting's Highway 61 radio show.  It's also spurred me to attend as many concerts as time and money will allow, to see up-close and personal those whose music is such an indelible part of my existence - and, in some lucky cases, to meet them and tell them so personally. 


The photo in my blog's header was taken by me on November 25, 2009, in Tutwiler, Mississippi, after I'd attended the dedication ceremony for the W. C. Handy/Tutwiler Mississippi Blues Trail marker (where I met Robert Plant, a story I'll share later).  It was here in 1903 that Handy, the great African American popular composer, heard a "lean loose-jointed Negro" playing "the weirdest music [he] had ever heard," and was inspired to write songs that would earn him the title "Father of the Blues."  These signs are located on Highway 49 and point the way towards the old train depot/Trail marker site.  I like that one of them looks very much like a Gretsch guitar - as if to say, "Hey rockers, recognize - this is where it all began."  Though this blog will be, among other things, a place for me to celebrate the rock and roll music that I love so much, I also hope to explore the roots and conditions of its inspiration and creation.  


The title is taken from a song by the '60s folk-rock group Buffalo Springfield, the launching pad for musicians such as Stephen Stills, Neil Young, Richie Furay, and John Messina.  Here's a video of the reunited Stills, Young, and Furay performing "Rock and Roll Woman" at the 24th annual Bridge School Benefit concert this past weekend:





There's a woman that you ought to know
And she's coming, singing soft and low
Singing rock and roll, she's a joy to know
'Neath the shadow of a soothing hand
I am free there, just to make my plans
Dream of faraway lands, anything close at hand
And she will follow me wide, do you know
Familiar places she's been by, that I know
Could it be, she don't have to try
And tomorrow, she's a friend of mine
And the sorrow, I see her face is lined
She's no longer blind, she's just hard to find 
(Courtesy of musicsonglyrics.com)

My musical life has been a series of awakenings, both cultural and personal.  I believe that the music a person listens to says a lot about who that person is.  What do my choices say about me?  I'm still learning, still discovering.  I'm still on that journey; I'm not there, I'm gone.  Stay tuned . . .