New Orleans, Mon Amour: Twenty Years of Writings from the City by Andrei Codrescu

Dec 29, 2008 @ 08:57 am by r. pittman

A Short Review: New Orleans, Mon Amour: Twenty Years of Writings from the City by Andrei Codrescu (Algonquin, 2006)

During the holidays, I read Condrescu’s book. What I suspected would be a good read, delighted me as it turned into a great read. It is a collection of Condrescu’s writings about New Orleans. As usual with good books, I learned much more than I expected and intended to learn. The NPR commentator is a skilled writer and poet, and because I’ve heard him so often on NPR, I could almost hear his voice narrating the text. The diction is that of a poet, and the the allusions those of a careful student of history.

If you are attached emotionally to New Orleans, this is a book you will enjoy reading. Likely, just to list the quotations will require more than one post. Today, I wanted to lift some phrases from the inner jacket that describe the content of the book. In my future posts, I’ll list the books, the historical and cultural allusions and the phrases in the book that I found particularly interesting.

The book’s jacket says: “New Orleans has always been more fabulous than anywhere else.”  It is a city where “the official language is dreams. How apt that a refugee born in Transylvania found his home in a place where vampires roam the streets and voodoo queens live around the corner; where cemeteries are the most popular picnic spots, the ghost of poets, prostitutes and pirates are palpable, and jazz seeps out of clubs at all hours of the night in the french Quarter, where no one ever sleeps.”

In this collection of essays, Condrescu reveals how he “befriends artists, musicians, writers, and eccentrics of all persuasions and exposes the city’s underbelly of corruption . . . In teh fall of 2005 many New Orleanians had to leave their beloved city, but Andrei Condrescu makes it abundantly apparent why New Orleans will never leave them.”

As the New York Times Book Review says, “Condrescu manages to be brilliant and insightful, tough and seductive about American culture.”

After this read, I felt I understood the city and its occupants much better. I’ve had several signings in the New Orleans area–at Tisket-A-Tasket and Cabildo Bookstore in the French Quarter; Sam’s Clubs in Kenner, Metarie, Slidell, and Harvey;  the Barnes and Noble in Metarie; the Naval base in Algiers, and a few others.  My first trip to New Orleans was when I played bass with Johnny Oneal a few years back. We played at one of the Pontchahoula’s there, opening for Dr. John. It was a great and wild weekend. After reading this book, I realized that I was now one of the ones Condrescu wrote of who would always go back to New Orleans.  One day, like so many others, I might just go there and decide to never leave. New Orleans is the setting for my novel I’m working on called, Persephone’s Underground, so certainly more research awaits me.  Condrescu’s book was a spark, a push to complete the book and an insight to the things my novel and the characters in the novel lacked.

True Blood Song Lyrics: “Lullaby” by the Dixie Chicks

Dec 26, 2008 @ 07:51 am by r. pittman

With today’s post, I continue my study of the music from the HBO series, True Blood. This is another song I intend to tweak a little bit and add to my Americana show. The song was co-written by Dan Wilson (along with the Dixie Chicks) The song only has two chords and is incredibly beautiful.  You can read about Dan Wilson and his songwriting here:

“Lullaby” by Dixie Chicks, Episode 6 “Cold Ground.”

They didn’t have you where I come from
Never knew the best was yet to come
Life began when I saw your face
And I hear your laugh like a serenade

How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I’m never, never giving you up

I slip in bed when you’re asleep
To hold you close and feel your breath on me
Tomorrow there’ll be so much to do
So tonight I’ll drift in a dream with you

How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I’m never, never giving you up

As you wander through this troubled world
In search of all things beautiful
You can close your eyes when you’re miles away
And hear my voice like a serenade

How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I’m never, never giving you up

How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough
Cause I’m never, never giving you up
Is forever enough
Cause I’m never, never giving you up

T’was the Day After Christmas: Holiday Deconstruction Begins

Now that the preparations, rituals, stress, and fuss of Christmas are over, we’re gearing up for New Year’s Eve, then we all go into 2009. I’m loading up my parents and taking them back to Oklahoma today, hoping to return in a day or two. I’ll post on my blog if I can.

Christmas in the South, 1864

Dec 25, 2008 @ 06:29 am by r. pittman

I wish my readers health and happiness during the holidays and for the New Year. A friend shared this with me and I thought it would be a good post on Christmas Day. I don’t know the original author to give proper credit, but if you know, send me his or her name and I’ll add it to this post.

There are reasons, good ones, that Sherman is the most hated man in the South. Nat Rudolph in his essay “Why America lost the ‘Civil War’ ” quotes Sherman as saying in a letter to Grant: “You and I and every commander must go through the war justly chargeable with crimes.” You should read Rudolph’s essay. You can find it here:

A Sherman Christmas

A Sherman Christmas

DECK THE HALLS (Sherman Style)

Burn the house with lots of torches,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to make marches,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

On we move, our faces sullied,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Move the columns down the gullies,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

See the blazing homes before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the tents and join the chorus.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Follow me the food we gather,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
While I fill my bursting haver,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Fast away the landscape passes,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hide your food, ye lads and lasses,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Sing we joyous, Bummers merry,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Shermans coming, hide your berries
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

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