basement jukebox: sounds of Shreveport
B. L. Blade (Pastor Brady L. Blade Sr., 1939-, Zion Baptist Church; father of drummers Brady L. Blade Jr. and Brian Blade), “By His Grace We’ve Come a Long Way” (Parts I and II), 1982
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lagniappe
random sights
other day, Chicago
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reading table
bobbing and weaving
a know-nothing bird sings . . .
fallen leaves—Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827), translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue
father and son
Brian Blade (drums) & The Fellowship Band, with Brady L. Blade Sr. (vocals), “Amazing Grace,” live, Savannah, Ga. (2012)
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lagniappe
reading table
Some things endure. When my sons, Alex and Luke, were in grade school, I started a two-person “reading group” with each of them. We would read novels together, maybe one a month, alternating choices, and go out and talk about them over a meal. Alex is now twenty-five. This morning we’re going out for breakfast, where we’ll be talking about a short story by Richard Yates, “Oh, Joseph, I’m So Tired.” Of stories there is no end.
When Franklin D. Roosevelt was President-elect there must have been sculptors all over America who wanted a chance to model his head from life, but my mother had connections.
—Richard Yates (1926-1992), “Oh, Joseph, I’m So Tired” (first sentence)
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