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Jazz (miscellaneous), Music, PLUGS with tags Berlin, Brian Newman, jazz, trumpet on January 16, 2017 by travsd
Comedy, CULTURE & POLITICS, Jazz (miscellaneous), Jews/ Show Biz, ME, OBITS, Stand Up with tags bebop, Constitution, critic, First Amendment, jazz, journalism, Lenny Bruce, Nat Hentoff, obituary, Village Voice on January 8, 2017 by travsd
Boy! How’s this for symbolic timing? The great journalist Nat Hentoff has passed away at age 91. We need as many men and women like him as we can get at the present moment; and yet I can well understand him, after a 70+ year career, looking at the result of the last election and the challenges ahead, despairing at the impact of his life’s work and refusing to go another step.
When I moved to this city 30 years ago, he was the Great Lion of the Village Voice. I read him weekly there, and pored over a few of his many non-fiction books. His influence on me ended up being enormous. There is no doubt, NO DOUBT in my mind, that my strong reverence for the U.S. Constitution, especially the Bill of Rights and the First Amendment in particular, is a result of Hentoff’s hammering that message home in his writing, week after week after week, for decades. It’s central to who I am. Though I never met him, he imparted that wisdom to me, to such an extent that I find myself bewildered that everyone doesn’t possess the same understanding of the document’s frailty and preciousness. It is our only bulwark against tyranny; it has always been under assault even in the best of times; and given the rhetoric of our President-elect, one can only imagine that it about to be gutted and trampled with unprecedented fury. I’m glad to know Nat Hentoff won’t be around to see what’s going to happen to his beloved Constitution.
Hand in hand with his near-worship of our Founding Document was Hentoff’s deep, profound appreciation for America’s national music, jazz. He was of the generation that went for bebop and musicians like Coltrane, Mingus and Roach. In fact, Hentoff may have been our best known jazz critic, and I have always been fascinated by the pairing, the relationship between his music writing and his political writing. Among its myriad and assorted pleasures, jazz was for Hentoff a metaphor for America’s political ideals. Jazz and related improvisational forms (blues, soul, gospel, rock, hip hop) is based on an aesthetic of freedom, but freedom with rules. The musicians need to play together; the solos can be quite far out, but the players always return to the theme and give their bandmates a chance to take their own solos. Anarchy isn’t the point; freedom is. Musical anarchy sounds terrible. (It’s safe to say my making a political metaphor of vaudeville in No Applause was ultimately inspired by Hentoff doing the same thing with jazz.)
The other great theme of Hentoff’s life was education, and he was always very vocal about how he himself was a product of his teachers and mentors. Though he was an atheist himself, it is instructive to me the extent to which he was influenced by two great world religions, Judaism and Catholicism. A Jew himself, he was educated at Boston Latin, where many of his teachers were Catholic. One of his heroes was Supreme Court Justice Louis Brandeis. The area in American politics where Jews have made the biggest impact has been in the courts, which Hentoff believed to be an extension of the great tradition of Talmudic interpretation and disputation. In our system, we argue it out and come to consensus. We don’t give and follow orders from a single individual at the top. At least, that’s the way it has always been.
Some of my readers will find the Catholic influence less fortunate, but to my mind it makes Hentoff even more interesting and valuable and unique and worth emulating, not for the beliefs themselves but because he could not be put in a box. From the Catholics came his absolute reverence for human life, which for him meant 100% opposition to the death penalty, euthanasia, war, torture, and, yes, abortion. I’m not here to defend or argue the latter stance (with which I happen to disagree), but it does make him among the most anomalous abortion opponents ever, an atheist Jew from the Northeast, a strange bedfellow indeed amongst all the Bible thumpers.
This combination made Hentoff among our foremost libertarians, and one equally at home (and not at home) among the left and right. This is the kind of independent thinker I cherish a great deal; there are so bloody few of them.
Another take away from Boston Latin — that excellent classical education made Hentoff a terrific writer. There is so much to be said for this. Unlike many of my favorite critics, I’m not sure I would ever call Hentoff a “talent” or a “wit”. He wasn’t, for example, funny, which makes him one of the few writers I love about whom that can be said. I would call him a “thinker”, someone whose thoughts and ideas were unique and logical and original and passionate. He was less about the words themselves than about expressing his thoughts as clearly as he could. His education allowed him to do that. This meant that, despite the fact that he wasn’t a flashy, poetic, memorable wordsmith, that I still read him all the time for the sake of what he had to say alone. And this meant that I was introduced to tons of subjects I might never have otherwise encountered. The greatest example I can think of is the life and work of independent journalist I.F. “Izzy” Stone. Stone died in 1989; Hentoff eulogized him at the time, and wrote about his example on many other occasions. Stone was an American hero, a guy with a mission to uncover and communicate the truth, whatever the cost to himself, all day, every day, until the day he died. Hentoff’s admiration for such characters was always infectious.
Someone else I associate with Hentoff is Lenny Bruce. They had so much in common: Jews born in the twenties, verbal guys, whose work embodied the twin themes of jazz and the First Amendment. They knew each other of course. I just found this great clip of the two of them in conservation shortly before Bruce died in 1966, framed with later commentary, circa 1972. Watch it here. Nat Hentoff interviewing Lenny Bruce; that’s pretty much everything. Neither of them believed in heaven, but I don’t care. As far as I’m concerned, they’re both there anyway.
BROOKLYN, Contemporary Variety, Jazz (miscellaneous), PLUGS with tags Aldo Perez, Glen Heroy, Jazz Bastards, Jenny Lee Mitchell, Pete's Candy Store, Williamsburg on October 8, 2016 by travsd
AMERICANA, Dixieland & Early Jazz, EXHIBITIONS & LECTURES, FOOD & DRINK CULTURE, Jazz (miscellaneous), Music, Travel/ Tourism with tags beignets, Cafe du Monde, French Quarter, Ignatius J. Reilly, Madame John's Legacy, Maison Bourbon, Marie Laveau, New Orleans, NOLA, Saint Expedite, St. Louis Cemetery on November 6, 2015 by travsd
Continuing yesterday’s thread...
Friday, November 6
Seize the Day! The Marchioness generally sleeps later than me, so on our first full day in New Orleans, I arose and spent an hour or two running from pillar to post photographing destinations that had no opening or closing times. Morning is a pleasant time in the French Quarter. A lot of WORK happens, from the crack of dawn. The classier places all hose down their sidewalks (let’s not talk about what might be on them to clean). Deliveries come to the restaurants and bars. A lot of repair and maintenance and touch-up seems to be happening to these historical old buildings constantly…painters and masons and carpenters seem to be bustling around everywhere constantly just as a matter of course.
And of course, early bird tourists like me are up, some of them with cups of beers or cocktails. And everywhere, these picturesque mule-drawn conveyances, operated by tour guides:
I was curious to see Basin Street and the former Storyville area, important locations in the birth of jazz (Basin Street Blues, anyone?) even though nothing is there anymore. Well, there is something new there now. My thumb:
At any rate, I often like to go where things were even when there’s no “there” there anymore. Storyville was the special Red Light District established by city leaders 1897-1917. Musicians like Jelly Roll Morton cut their teeth playing in the saloons and whore houses there, before it was torn down by a different set of city leaders.
I’ve wanted to make a pilgrimage to this spot half my life. Congo Square is in many ways the birthplace of American music and dance. I came to honor the ghosts of the anonymous people (black slaves) who knew how to use their time off correctly! Today it is surrounded by Louis Armstrong Park, in the neighborhood of Treme.
Tennessee Williams lived in this apartment on St. Peter Street when he wrote A Streetcar Named Desire.
Le Petit Théâtre du Vieux Carré — one of the oldest community theatres in the country, organized in 1916
The Lalaurie House, site of unspeakable tortures; today quite haunted. It is said the mistress of the house, Delphine LaLaurie mistreated the slaves in her charge to the point of dismemberment, disembowelment, murder and the desecration of corpses. All while playing the hostess at society parties. When the facts came out the people of New Orleans were so outraged they rioted. Kathy Bates’ character on American Horror Story: Coven was loosely based on her.
Site of the first theatre in New Orleans, the St. Peter, built 1791.
Site of the Spanish Theatre.
By now, the Marchioness was up and we embarked on sight-seeing proper. We caught our first glimpses of the gorgeous Jackson Square, bordered by the Pontalba Buildings, the St. Louis Cathedral, Cabildo and The Presbytère (more on those later), as well as the Mississippi River Waterfront. It is always bustling with musicians and fortune tellers.
We were on the way to Cafe du Monde to get their famous beignets.
But the line was prohibitively long….so we went back that night and enjoyed them then instead. They are delicious — quite like zeppole.
From the river side we caught this wonderful view of the plaza, the Cathedral, Cabildo and the Presbytère.
We poked our head in the New Orleans Pharmacy Museum. This was about it!
We were amused to see that this old whorehouse is available for lease! Any takers?
Then it was off to historic St. Louis Cemetery #1 and the adjacent Saint Expedite church, hilariously misnamed when crates arrived marked “expedite”. The cemeteries of New Orleans are famously unique. Because of the swampy nature of the ground and the fact that it is below sea level, bodies can’t be buried underground, but in above ground tombs resembling houses. Many feel that zombie mythology arose partially out of this unique situation, because….use your imagination.
The real grave of Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau!
This is where Karen Black had her acid freak-out in Easy Rider (1969):
Then it was off to the Musée Conti Wax Museum, a place I’ve wanted to visit for ages. It was literally around the corner from our hotel and we had the entire place to ourselves:
Here is their Marie Laveau display. Her chauffeur is clearly a zombie. I photographed nearly every display at the museum (covering all of New Orleans history, plus many famous horror characters) — I think I will devote a whole post to the museum next Halloween!
Then it was off to the Voodoo Museum — a small museum containing 3 or 4 rooms of genuine artifacts related to the practice of voodoo. Rich in atmosphere — I want to go back!
We also managed to stop into Madame John’s Legacy, one of the oldest buildings in the city, an 18th century Creole plantation house, built 1788. Sound like we did a lot? The French Quarter is densely packed, every other building seems to be a tourist attraction of some sort.
We tried to get into Preservation Hall that night but it was SRO, so we wrapped up the evening at Maison Bourbon where we enjoyed a pleasant couple of sets by the very solid quintet the Loose Change Jazz Band. It wasn’t a trade down. I loved ’em! They didn’t like picture taking but I photographed the stage during their break:
That evening we made our way to Canal Street, our first stirring out of the French Quarter. It was kind of like stepping back into the 21st century after having spent a day in the 18th and 19th — McDonalds, Starbucks, CVS, department stores etc. And we saw this! The statue of Ignatius J. Reilly from John Kennedy Toole’s A Confederacy of Dunces. We also saw lots of Lucky Dog stands around town.
For Day Three go here.
African American Interest, Jazz (miscellaneous), Music, PLUGS, Singers, Women with tags Cafe du Soleil, Renee and the Derelicts, Renee Flemings on June 12, 2015 by travsd
Burlesk, Contemporary Variety, Dixieland & Early Jazz, FOOD & DRINK CULTURE, Jazz (miscellaneous), Music, PLUGS with tags Avalon Jazz band, Gansevoort Park Rooftop, Prohibition Saturday on March 27, 2015 by travsd