Last week I was at One Pig, a aural trace of a pigs life from the comforts of the farm to my fork. The very same day I had just returned from Wales, where we celebrated by slicing up our first samples of our hams. Timely? I have been a fan of Herbert for at… [Read more…]
S jokes that we are the youngest people in America. He has a point. As we are often staying in RV (aka: Recreational Vehicle) parks where the smart retirees hang out alongside their cats and dogs in their homes on wheels, wearing lots of leisurewear. Not that I mind too much. Older folks are generally… [Read more…]
Americana: when you hear this word you’d be forgiven for thinking of rootsy, earthy and possibly ever-so-slightly chintzy American ‘stuff’. I’d never heard it used solely in the context of music as a genre but that might be because I’m a Limey, and wouldn’t have had reason to. Anyways, we were introduced to this style… [Read more…]
Elvis is all around this part of town. Like a lot of the urban America that we’ve already passed through, you need to endure miles of strip malls before you get to the actual town centre. America doesn’t go up… it goes wide.
The sound of Mississippi is loose and slow. It stomps and hollers, and it hides in tumbledown little shacks. And when you hear it, you put two big pieces of the story of music together: without this, there would be no rock ‘n roll, no r’n'b.
The Hurricane is constantly referred to and evidence of it still seen all through this city. Five years has cleaned up the damage in the Quarter and surrounding areas, and there is growth seen in the Lower 9th too. But the scars of “the storm” seem to be deep in the bones of the city,… [Read more…]
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December 22, 2011 by Eliza
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