Jason, Thanks for review of ROCKPILE with Dirty Dozen. Generous! You know we had a great time. We hope to get back soon. David and Terri are still talking about NOLA. Drop me a line at walterblue at bigbridge dot org and let me know what you are up to. Good to meet you! MR
Spell out the orchestra! An A to Z understanding of rhythm and verse was quite apparent Sunday evening at Zeitgeist. Poets and musicians came together in a melodious union that stimulated as well as provoked—a poetry reading that was as lively as a jazz concert with all the dancing and spirits one would expect on a soulful Sunday in New Orleans.
Michael took the stage to the rich sounds of brass and tapping toes (quite an introduction). His poetry was rhythmic and clear and complimented the smooth tones of the Dirty Dozen nicely. The mood of Michael’s poetry seemed to capture that of the evening. Almost relieved to finish his set, Michael wasted no time making his way to the dance floor to join the movement.
The spirit of the band seemed to shift from the upbeat sounds of a second line to a bluesy, equally energetic attitude as David took the floor. He was calm and undoubtedly in his element behind the podium. Peaceful, yet powerful, his selection of poems illustrated the tour’s intentions. All around me, heads were bobbing to the music, to David, to both, but my eyes never left the stage. He was 30 years younger behind the podium. His personality, youthful and bright, captivated the audience.
For me, the night was a success—a stunning example of what Voodoo can do.
Jason, Thanks for review of ROCKPILE with Dirty Dozen. Generous! You know we had a great time. We hope to get back soon. David and Terri are still talking about NOLA. Drop me a line at walterblue at bigbridge dot org and let me know what you are up to. Good to meet you! MR
Spell out the orchestra! An A to Z understanding of rhythm and verse was quite apparent Sunday evening at Zeitgeist. Poets and musicians came together in a melodious union that stimulated as well as provoked—a poetry reading that was as lively as a jazz concert with all the dancing and spirits one would expect on a soulful Sunday in New Orleans.
Michael took the stage to the rich sounds of brass and tapping toes (quite an introduction). His poetry was rhythmic and clear and complimented the smooth tones of the Dirty Dozen nicely. The mood of Michael’s poetry seemed to capture that of the evening. Almost relieved to finish his set, Michael wasted no time making his way to the dance floor to join the movement.
The spirit of the band seemed to shift from the upbeat sounds of a second line to a bluesy, equally energetic attitude as David took the floor. He was calm and undoubtedly in his element behind the podium. Peaceful, yet powerful, his selection of poems illustrated the tour’s intentions. All around me, heads were bobbing to the music, to David, to both, but my eyes never left the stage. He was 30 years younger behind the podium. His personality, youthful and bright, captivated the audience.
For me, the night was a success—a stunning example of what Voodoo can do.
– Jason