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stay silent and speak in a series of quotations.

(Source: skiploo, via coiotblau)

blues-for-guitar:

Is it just me, or does Howlin’ Wolf look bigger than God in this picture?

Someone made this connection and emailed it to the professor. That person is awesome.

(Source: fuzzyuglybunny)

12:10am

things i need to remind myself to do:

start a fashion blog, complete with pics of cool people i see on the street and outfit posts and lots of curvy models
start 365 day project…the day after school is out, which is…JUNE 15. because the next year is gonna be LEGIT.
mail stuff i need to mail for study abroad…not the day before it’s due so i don’t have to pay overnight shipping.
stop buying ice cream on the way home after 12 hours on campus
just stop eating so much sugar because it’s making me feel gross and depressed
go to eric porter’s office hours before it’s too late
send thank you cards to people
go to new orleans
yep.

10:02am

i honestly don’t know where this is from, but i like it.

(Source: benezia, via bbook)

(Source: Spotify!)

1:42am

hooray for sunflower photoshoots!

(Source: lindsayneedels)

betweenduskanddark:

untitled by Rosanna Webster on Flickr.

rootsnbluesfestival:

Tipitina

Professor Longhair & The Meters

If I had a car and could drive, I would be in New Orleans in a second.

But that would take a shit load of money that I don’t have.

I am constantly reminded of something my dad told me when I was 13 or 14 or whatever. He told me money is freedom.

That’s true in this country in a lot of different ways, but in a sense he meant it literally. You can’t move around without money.

But maybe if I took the cue from Fats Domino and walked, I could get around the system.

Maybe.

1:12am

Then Creole stepped forward to remind them that what they were playing was the blues. He hit something in all of them, he hit something in me, myself, and the music tightened and deepened, apprehension began to beat the air. Creole began to tell us what the blues were all about. They were not about anything new. He and his boys up there were keeping it new, at the risk of ruin, destruction, madness, and death, in order to find new ways to make us listen. For, while the tale of how we suffer, and how we are delighted, and how we may triumph is never new, it always must be heard. There isn’t any other tale to tell, it’s the only light we’ve got in all this darkness.
And this tale, according to that face, that body, those strong hands on those strings, has another aspect in every country, and a new depth in every generation.

—Sonny’s Blues by James Baldwin.

SONNY’S BLUES BY JAMES BALDWIN

40 of the most heartbreakingly beautiful pages I’ve ever read.

12:55am

rootsnbluesfestival:

There’s a place I know, folks won’t pass me by,Dallas, Texas, that’s the town, I cry, oh hear me cry.And I’m going back, going back to stay there ‘til I die, until I die.
“Dallas Blues”, written by Hart Wand, was the first true blues song ever published.

things that happened this weekend:

saw this yann tiersen character in the city with denisse, julie, jocelyn, and vanessa. no idea who he is, but it was at the regency ballroom and i got a free ride to my mom’s house, so cool.
got 800 dollars for various reasons, including: late birthday present, tax refund, and babysitting
caught up with family members i haven’t seen in a while, especially my cousins, one of which just got back from a year in beijing and another of which is graduating high school in less than a month
read about my favorite movie, Ali: Fear Eats the Soul, in the sun with my mom while my crazy dog zoey searched for gofers in the grass.

oldtimeblues:

Robert Petway - Rockin’ Chair Blues

one of my new favorite oldtime bluesmen.

8:36pm

wehadfacesthen:

Happy Mother’s Day [USA] from Norman Bates

via panicbeats

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