“But we would believe all the while that there is something vital and significant in us, could we but decipher our souls.”
The glorious sound of power lines humming on a Saturday night long before the age of pixels and screens.
Arts Council of New Orleans New Orleans, Louisiana 2015
When the body rebels, the mind realizes it’s been preoccupied with the wrong things.
Exhibit Be Prospect New Orleans 2014
One night I found a cassette at the bottom of a shoebox while cleaning the attic. The label said Jim Reeves Roast, June 1978.
A busted tape loop of sludgy Coltrane with a shot of Connie Francis in a ballroom filled with radio static and feedback.
Aimed squarely at the midnight hour, this installment is best enjoyed on a porch or fire escape. Starring Vangelis, Al Green, Black Sabbath, The Cranes, and lots of reverb.
Krewe du Vieux taught me about the heat of crowds and the barriers that crumble when everybody crams together in the streets to play dress-up with a backbeat.
