No Depression dusted off this 2003 article today. There’s a pretty good history of Stax Records in the article, as well as descriptions of some of the best spots in town. What I really admire though, is the author’s attempt at writing about Memphis as a social phenomenon, or the city’s “sense of place.” Many people struggle to capture the character of places with strong identities. Often such courageous attempts are met with criticism or complete rejection. Trying to get at the meaning of a place is irresistible, though, perhaps because the real meaning of a place comes from our collective perception, and not anyone’s individual idea.
Anyway, it’s a good article:
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“Twenty-somethings with tattoos shared the floor with dancers in their 60s and 70s, all of them–no matter their age–swinging and swooping and hollering. Cajun culture, it would seem, is alive and well, and ready for another century.” Wayne Curtis for Smithsonian Magazine
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You know it, you love it, you wait for it every year in your mailbox…The Oxford American Music issue. Then every year some goose steals the magazine, or you leave it in a rental car, or the subscription your old boyfriend gave you runs out just before this issue. (That weasel.) Now ten years of the best writing around is available all in one place. Just in time. Wish they had the CDs, too. Click here to buy it straight from the source.
Mr. Jackson Returns
Po’ Teddy and Betty Boop
Farm near Rolling Fork, Mississippi
- Click here. And click on the first song. Then come back here.
- Now click here.
- Listen and look.
Hoots and Hellmouth is swooping down south from Philadelphia this week. They describe their music as indie/roots/experimental, but I think artist/musician TJ Black put it best when he called them “thrash bluegrass.” I’d say that the red-headed guy definitely channels some old bluesman business, too. What you can see in this picture is that there is no percussionist for the band. What you can’t see is that they stand on these old sagging platforms, plug a tambourine into an amp and put it on the platform, and then just stomp. Be sure to catch them if you’re in:
This post is from the future. I saw The Dynamites with Charles Walker twice last weekend (once at Chelsea’s Cafe in Baton Rouge and once at the Oxford American event at Tipitina’s) and they blew me straight into next month. Be sure not to miss it if you get the chance to see this soul/funk group from Nashville.
See tour dates and listen to songs: www.myspace.com/thedynamitesband
Read their good reviews (New York Times) and order t-shirts: www.thedynamites.net