WEEKLY SOUTHERN ARTS
"Sometime the boogaloo 
  • Home
  • Guns, Faith and Murder
  • The Million Dollar Store
  • Artistic Con-cepts
  • Judy Garland - "Soul Singer"
  • Robert & Jimi and the Twenty Seven Blues
  • The Great Pretenders
  • Imagine
  • Me and Junior Parker
  • The Republican
  • Sweet Home Chicago (The Obama Shakedown)
  • The Ballad of Hunter & Joe
  • The 22-yr-old Bottle Blonde
  • Is It Alright...To Be White?
  • Resist the Devil and He Will Flea
  • Music & Reminiscence
  • Lowell George searching for authenticity
  • A Telling Lie
  • Part One: The Monster Is Summoned
  • Like Billy Eckstein Singing to an Empty Club at 1:00 AM on a Saturday Night in 1975.
  • Bent
  • Kelly Joe Phelps
  • Why The Devil Don't Come Around No More
  • Hearing Junior Wells “On Tap'' one more Time
  • Muddy and Me
  • American Youth: The Rise of The New Media
  • Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Talk About Slavery and Shit
  • Just Smoke
  • The Big Maybe
  • The Skinny
  • Florida in Images and More Images
  • "Muthafuckin' Chains!"
  • The Inner Man
  • This is Not a Political Article
  • A Tale of Wine and Murder
  • Jesus Was a Sly Dog
  • The Existential Croûton
  • The Prison Yard Blues
  • Conspiracy Theory
  • 4 More Poems, 4 More Pictures
  • "Are You Freaking People Insane?"
  • 4 Pictures 4 Poems
  • The Ballad of Carlos Slim
  • Pretending What's in Your Head is True
  • The Cognitive Dissonance of a Faithful Democrat
  • The Human Snakepit
  • George Freeman - Unsung Master of the Jazz Guitar
  • The Price of Milk
  • Suspicious Minds
  • Bill O'Reilly Sexual Predator?
  • The New Soldier
  • Orwell Revisited
  • Larry Coryell - The Godfather is Dead
  • A Tiger Beat
  • South Florida - HOT & COOL
  • Jean Paul Sartre & the Existentialist Mojo
  • Culture Matters, Immigration Matters, Sharks Matter
  • Thomas Sowell
  • A Tree Falls In Central Park on a Gay Banker
  • Black Codes From The Underground
  • Man Talk, with Donald Trump pt. 1
  • Man Talk, with Donald Trump pt. 2
  • Brexit Was the Shot Heard Around the World
  • I Love The Dead
  • The Game
  • Goodbye Scotty Moore
  • If a Bluebird Plays the Blues Why Can't it Play Free Jazz
  • When David Slew Goliath
  • Why Cream still Matters 50 Years Later
  • Goodbye Lonnie Mack
  • Black Lies Matter, All Lies Matter
  • The Folly of Foibles
  • The Life of an Imaginary Historian
  • Angel: part 7
  • Wayne Cochran "Going Back to Miami"
  • The Last Damned Healthcare Article You'll Ever Need
  • The Gospel According to Mark
  • Angel: part VI
  • Ted Bundy & The Hunt For The Devil
  • Charlie & Clint: Dead & Deader
  • Trayvon & George : An American Hate Story
  • Jury Duty
  • Little Tommy & The Blues Kings
  • Kayaking "The Big Cypress" with Crocodlies
  • The Birth of The Jazz Guitarist
  • Gay Marriage
  • Garage Band - The 1960's
  • King Arthur, Pelagius and Original Sin
  • The Story of Ricky
  • Hidden Miami
  • I Hate the 60's: A Personal Rock Odyssey
  • Crocodiles and Alligators in Florida: Monsters in our Backyard
  • The Legend of Robert Pete Williams
  • Saturday Night At Big Tinys
  • The Case Of The Infinite Monkeys
  • The American Heritage Series
  • The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress
  • Blue And Green

Politicians and Priests - Rob Bell, Love Wins

7/17/2011

0 Comments

 
Picture

Bell's book has sparked a lot of controversy, I'm inclined to believe,  that is a good thing.  Bell is an interesting guy, with a fresh perspective and he is in some ways, better historically informed and certainly more inquisitive than most of the brethren. He rightly questions the Church's traditional view of Hell, (thank God for that)—and the meaning of salvation.  I am not saying I agree with his ultimate conclusion. On the other hand I completely reject the tradition that first emerged after Augustine and was perverted through the long dark night of the Church of Rome, following the collapse of the Roman Empire, continuing into the Dark ages, the Black plague, the rise and fall of various European powers….etc.

 The Reformation, (Luther, Calvin) essentially reclaimed Augustine’s interpretation—and that has been the official position of the Church ever since, with the writing of Dante and the paintings of  Bosch as the emotional framework and the visual cue giving weight to their imagination.

 It was in that period, from about three hundred years after Jesus, through the Reformation, that our vision of Hell and Heaven was formed, as were most of the other dogmas' that are the basis of our doctrine.  A kind of snaggle toothed evolution, more closely resembling a modern congressional district, than God directed, the ever present problem of politicians and priests!

The enlightenment began a period of reclaiming the philosophical and intellectual culture of the Greeks, leading to the rebuilding of Europe, leaving The Church scrambling to keep up.

And so the mainstream of Christian tradition moves forward against the intellectual tide, haughty in our ignorance and dogmatic in our faith—demanding that the non-Christian world conform to our way of life, with America, the new Israel leading the way—on the hunt for Pharisees and heretics, spreading the Gospel one vote at a time. Never looking in the mirror long enough to reflect on the possibility that we might be wrong.

Mark Mag
ula
0 Comments

Classic Rock and Classic Jazz, Music or Nostalgia?

7/9/2011

1 Comment

 
I have come to hate the term "Classic Rock".  Like most labels it exists primarily to move product.  A way of marketing to an aging demographic, that seems unwilling to step out beyond the confines of familiar territory.  At best, it takes a relative handfull of tunes, making for a playlist that has barely changed in more than forty years--giving new meaning to the phrase top forty. If a form is valid, it should be treated as something more than a nostalgia trip.  

About thirty years ago there was a extraordinary little  jazz club in Ft. Lauderdale called Bubba's.  On almost any night you could sit within a few feet of some of finest jazz musicians in the history of the music.  Dizzy Gillespie, Dexter Gordon, Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers were just a few of the legends that played there.  For someone like myself who was in his twenties, it was an opportunity to watch and listen to innovators, masters of swing and improvasation ply their trade in intimate circumstances.  
I sat no more than a few feet from Sonny Stitt in what was one of his last gigs.  He was playing with a pick up band of seasoned vets, with Eddie Higgins on piano and Duffy Jackson on drums.  For two sets he played some of the finest music I have ever heard, performing with a combination of serious virtuosity and deep blues feeling.   The old master best known for his "Bird" like chops, boldly  closed his second set with the old ballad Stardust. Like everyone else in the audience I was blown away by his artistry, as was Stan Getz who sat only a few feet away.  One legend admiring the work of another

Rock and roll, unlike jazz is essentially a pop culture phenomenon with a short shelf life, although it can be, and certainly has been much more than that.  Most aging former stars are relegated to the nostalgia circuit, enabling them to make a living.  I am absolutely sympathetic.  But it also quickly becomes a trap, with an audience that is essentially saying "shut up and play your hits". Making it clear that anything more than a pleasant reminiscence is unwelcome.  

In the end, that is the real problem.  Like politics and politicians, the people get what they deserve. They vote for the music that they like with their hard earned dollars--and the musicians in an effort to keep playing one more gig, give them what they want. The very definition of the status quo.

Mark Magula

Rory Gallagher and Taste pushing the boundaries of rock, live 1970!  This kind of adventurous playing was common once upon a time, before  record companies found out what their audiences wanted and then closed the doors to anything that didn't fit their template.  

The music doesn't always work, that should be expected when musicians are naturally trying to expand their borders..  Rory and the boys dive in for all their worth, pushing themselves and the music in the process.

Mark Magula

1 Comment

Free - All Right Now

7/8/2011

0 Comments

 
This is about as quick a tempo as Free ever played....it didn't matter, they performed their own blend of blues, rock and soul and played it with remarkable authority, considering they were all between 16 and 18. They also happened to have what may have been the best rock vocalist of the era. A classic post Cream power trio with an 18 yr. old British "Wilson Pickett" in front...not bad

Mark Magula
0 Comments

James Booker, "True"

7/8/2011

0 Comments

 
James Booker was a pianist deeply rooted in the blues, but one whose natural virtuosity and eclecticism went well beyond the confines of any single tradition. He was also a fine expressive vocalist, with an inherent soulfulness that made everything that he played and sang sound as though he had lived it...and he probably had.

Mark Magula
0 Comments

Lester Bangs

7/6/2011

0 Comments

 

There is a moment when radical ideas no longer seem radical.  Watching Lester Bangs in this video makes that clear.  This could just as easily be a video of almost any unknown comic book collector or Star Trek fan talking about their favorite episode. Instead, its Lester Bangs, the man who almost single handed invented rock criticism. 

That idea, seems quaint now, but at the time, the notion that rock music should be taken seriously was revolutionary.  Bangs was intellegent, passionate about the music, ferocious in defense of the things he liked--and equally so about the things that he didn't.

Through his writing he broke down the barrier between the music he was covering and his own opinion, never pretending to be a disspassionate observer. 

Bangs clearly saw his writing as equal to the music that he wrote about, by injecting himself into the story he could be hysterically funny, infuriating and equally insightful. 

Eventually his point of view became the common wisdom on whatever the subject was, with his style as a writer engendering a whole new school of journalism.  The writer as a smart ass observer--part dork, part fan, and always worth reading.

Mark Magula
0 Comments

    Archives

    March 2014
    January 2014
    December 2013
    June 2013
    October 2012
    September 2012
    August 2012
    May 2012
    April 2012
    March 2012
    February 2012
    January 2012
    December 2011
    November 2011
    September 2011
    August 2011
    July 2011
    June 2011

    RSS Feed