Taco Butts

They're shoving the taco trucks out of Jefferson Parish and I have something to say about it on Butting Heads...

Order...Design...Tension... Composition... Balance...Light...

HARMONY

After leaving this uncharacteristically abbreviated post, I imagine there are only a few folks who really got the reference (of course E got it)and I should probably make some sort of explanation.

In one of those serendipitous iTunes moments, I wound up being interrupted in my work yesterday by Sunday in the Park with George (yes the Mandy/Bernadette version) and shortly thereafter found myself in midafternoon Sondheim swoon. It's a lot like the Terence Blanchard album below. A piece of music that drills down so deep into the soul and mines so many and such magnificent images that it simply forces you (or at least forces me) to put the brakes on in my otherwise speeding life and take a moment to put things in perspective... at least a little bit, for a little while.

From the moment I first saw "Sunday" in New York City nearly 25 years ago, all the way through to yesterday afternoon, it has grabbed me and held me relentlessly. There's simply something in this tale of artistic obsession [to be good is not enough when you dream of being great] and a love (and creative life) that must "move on" that rings deeply true. It is particularly poignant to me as my 53rd birthday approaches and the second anniversary of Katrina rolls around immediately thereafter. These two things will forever be linked in my psyche as the fulcrum of my life.

These events, like the music itself, demand that I take more time now to look, and listen, and watch and see. They emphasize the need to focus on things that matter, to at least consider the qualities of a reality that moves beyond the daily and the mundane and thereby imbues those daily and mundane realities with worth and meaning. This is the call to attention; this is the resonance of the heart that magnifies the whispers of the soul.

So many possibilities...