Juneteenth

Tomorrow is Juneteenth, and we are already celebrating by listening to live blues from Club Raggs in Baton Rouge, Louisiana on KQXL – 106.5 FM. Last weekend was the Donaldsonville Juneteenth Festival, rumored to be good. Axé.

Encadenados

It is the weekend, and we have forgotten to sing lately, so we will sing a marvelous and savage song with Chavela Vargas. Today, an excellent day for spells and healing, we feature this post on alternatives to academic labor, by a good professor with a good blog we should all read around in. Here, … More Encadenados

El Tilingo Lingo

Any time is a good time for a son jarocho, so we will now sing the Tilingo Lingo: If you liked that here is El Tamaulipeco, with good violin: Neither of these videos has wonderful visuals. I am posting them for the sound and also because California, where I have recently been, is so very … More El Tilingo Lingo

California Ramblers

I am going home for a few days and I can hardly believe it. Here is California, Here I Come recorded by the California Ramblers, also known as the Golden Gate Orchestra, in 1924, the same year it was written: Al Jolson sung it famously in blackface, in 1946. I do not approve of the … More California Ramblers

Dr. Michael White

It is the weekend, so we will sing. WWOZ, that is, W-Wizard of Oz, plays a lot of traditional jazz in the morning and I have discovered that this is the very best music for grading. One moves along in regal manner, striding right down the hill toward graduation. I think of the St. Augustine … More Dr. Michael White

The Hot Eight

It is the weekend, so we are singing. Today we rather incongruously practiced danzón behind the stage while waiting for the Hot 8. Resignation is not one the Hot 8′s strong points. I, however, have discovered that resignation, that machine to reproduce ideology and the social order, is all the rage. People call it “acceptance” … More The Hot Eight

Breaking Glass

When I was under the influence of Reeducation it seemed that research, teaching, and my real self had been placed in a glass case, where they were now static mementos I could not touch. I would look at them through the impregnable glass and try to break it with my head. I would turn my … More Breaking Glass