Thursday, February 14, 2008

Lady Day....Honoring Billie Holiday


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*{Click the title: Billie Holiday singing " Sweet and Mellow" a song that she wrote}*
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Billie Holiday was born Eleanora Fagan, people in Baltmore always say she is Baltimore's Finest. ( She actually was born in Philidelphia, but spent most of her growing up years in Baltimore). Her parents were merely children in their teens when they had her and she spent much of her childhood being shuffled amoung relatives. She had a painful childhood and was raped twice before she was 15. Her assailant in NYC, was also a neighbor and eventually went to prison. In her late teens she was living in NYC with her mother and she started singing in Jazz Clubs for tips.

She was discovered and signed for a record Label by MrHammond and she ended up singing with Benny Goodman. You hear her sing, so sultry, yet vulnerable, with that smoky Voice and you can not help but wonder did she have love ? She had lovers and a husband, including Orson Welles, and a Sax Player named Lester Young. She married a man who was connected with the Mafia named Louis McKay who did try to get her off drugs and even alcohol, but with little luck. ( There were no Rehab Centers in those days). There is a beauitful Film with her singing with Louis Armstrong, it is called" New Orleans " in 1947. In the film she is dressed so beautifully and looks like a queen. There is also her autobiography , Lady Sings the Blues she wrote in 1956, many thought she knew that she did not have long when she wrote it.

Her most Famous Song is " Strange Fruit", which was written in the 1930's by a jewish school teacher, Abel Mercopol, and sung at Teacher Union Meetings. In 1939 with great trepidation she recorded it in 1939 ( I have posted it in the post below, you can click the title). It is the only song that has ever told sung that so beautifully and hauntingly explains the pain of Lynchings.When you watch the Video it is haunting and beautiful and painful, I had never seen it until Youtube, but I had heard it many times. It is a song that leaves you bewildered and saddened.I hear it now, I can't help by think of JENA. She showed such Courage to sing THAT song during that era....it is amazing.

She died in the summer of 1959, 44 years old, her body battle weary from Liver and Heart Disease........and left all of us with her music in our Hearts.

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I have talked about my Aunt May , she lived in Downtown Baltimore. I used to go see her and lay on her floor and listen to her stories, dust her Abraham Lincoln Glass Prints, and listen to music. She had been a performer, and Singer on at the turn of the Century. She taught Voice and Singing until the late 50's. She had a beautiful Voice and as I dusted her third floor she would sit and sing along with her records. I first heard Billie Holiday sing I was six, and when I was 8 my Aunt May explained What the Song "Strange Fruit" was all about....The Summer of 1968. The Summer of the Riots, that my Aunt May would not leave her neighbors.

Strange Fruit, Billie's Most Haunting song ( click the title)

Sunday, February 10, 2008

HONORING BLACK HISTORY MONTH AND THIS TIME IN HISTORY....AND THE FIERCE URGENCY OF NOW...


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Okay....So I have thought about this alot....There have been hardly any shows on cable about Black History Month. Not as many as there used to be....So this month I am going to honor Black History here at the ENIGMA CAFE....EVERYDAY....Now I know I am already late..but that is okay. So here we go...We will Celebrate the Culture and the History, the Music, and the Art and Food and More.

What I realized this Election Cycle- is that the MSM is so focused on Differences and Problems and Divisions, they have never considered what we all have in common, and how our cultures overlap and influence each other. And that has saddened me, we need to take this Further, and not fall behind 50 years right now.

The music linked to this post is a Great Song by Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder from Youtube. I have to say that Youtube is such a gift. On friday and Saturday Nights there is Nothing Better than to WATCH one's favorite Songs. For me there are so many Great Artists I never ever saw, and so watching them sing has been heaven. ( Including the Video linked to the title). This video really choked me up, Watch these two men, both Blind but in total Sync with each other ...it is riveting and inspiring.

So I sat there and I thought about it.....is there Really ANYTHING WRONG with being Inspired ? Imagine if Someone had told either of them "You can NOT Play the Piano- You are Blind !!!" And on another level....To them Color is So Different, I saw Ray on an interview talk about Women, and HOW he did damn well KNOW when a woman entered the Room in a Red Dress...and he laughed in a very appreciative way.

I watched Michelle Obama last sunday at the Obama Rally in UCLA when she led Stevie Wonder to the stage, and they held arms tightly and yes, he stumbled but held on and she lifted him back to the stairs. ( I did in that moment think she is indeed meant to be First Lady, so gracious, So Strong). It was an Incredible Moment, you could feel all the people take a Deep Intake of breath and say a prayer at that second....and then he came to the microphone and he was so moved to speak. And for days I had thought about him watching the Debate the week before, and wondered DOES HE FEEL IT? WHAT DOES THIS PLACE IN TIME FEEL LIKE TO HIM ?

So I am asking you to do Something the Next time Something Momentous Happens, STOP what you are doing....take a very deep breath and SHUT YOUR EYES and Feel it...ALL OF IT....Maybe that is the Lesson these two men have for us...each in their own way...with their own Beautiful gifts....But to Share their Gifts they also had to Believe Something Momentous was Inside themselves....

People say What is So Special About Obama. And I say, he makes you want to Do Something, Be a Better Person, Help Save Our Country....and you believe it....And I say What is Wrong Feeling Like THAT ?

I am going to go stand in the Snow today and just shut my eyes...and FEEL THIS MOMENT.....We are Living History Right Now.

Saturday, February 09, 2008

Out The Window....


I was going to call this post...NOT Again....I am so sick of Winter. There I said it. I know last winter was so much worse and I am so much better off this winter- I HAVE A NEW FURNACE....and last winter at this time is when we had the BIG Freeze - 22 Days straight of Below Zero Weather.....but I wake up and there it is again....Snow...and I am just NOT feeling happy to see it. I want to put my surf shorts on and my flip flops...and feel the sun....sigh.....Okay..there is my rant for a Cold Snowy Windy Saturday.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Old Women in My Heart....


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I have been thinking about the women that raised me....I spent alot of time with my grandmother, she raised me and gave me my Values....She "schooled me"...What was Right and What was Wrong...And because I spent so much time with her...she would take me to visit and check on all the relatives.....Stubborn Old Southern Women that were story tellers, laughing softly as they drank bourbon and lemon in their tea, and spoke with a Kentucky Lilt.....We used to check on them , do their laundry and also bring them meals and muffins...and warm sweaters....My favorite was My Aunt May, she live in an Old Brownstone in Downtown Baltimore. She was so many things, a Singer and a Performer at the turn of the Century.So listening to her sing or read was lyrical....special. She Bought her own Home in 1930....and she was determined to live out her days there...So we went to see her during the Baltimore Riots and she refused to leave her Neighbors...I learned from her ....so much...I carry her in my Heart.

Yesterday the GOP Senators decided that old people should be taken out of the Stimulus package...And my first thought was didn't they have a granma or an auntie ? An old woman with a soft Voice, and tender hands and stories....that could sing Greensleeves ? Breaks my heart....The Elderly in this Country, Our Country, are treated like Unclaimed Baggage.

*** [Click the title + Emmylou Harris sing...}***

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Soul Retreat 1.29.08


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"Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."
Rumi, a Sufi Poet.

I love this garden, it is one of the places that I go in my mind. I am not sure where it is , but I like to picture this is what Bali looks like, one of my favorite soul retreats. When it is bitter cold and frozen out, this is where you will find me.....or part of me.

*[Click the Title + George Micheal sings a beautiful Classic, that a friend sent me monthes ago.....it is soothing}*

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Beautiful Snow Walk.....


"The basic teaching of Buddhism is the teaching of transiency, or Change. That everything changes is the basic truth for each existance" Shunruyu Suzuki

After last night....I am feeling hopeful...I think alot of people are...I feel Hopeful...and that Change is indeed Possible and that we can Embrace Change....No one can take that feeling away...No One.

It was finally finally above 20 degrees today....so I took Yellow Dog for a long walk...
She was so happy...dancing through the snow and sniffing with glee as the sun set...
The air was crisp and clean and the snow very white...almost blue.

While I was out walking I decided that I would fix her something Special...and for us too....
I had Dan Fogelberg in my head...his songs always remind me of snow, so Click the Title it's Wisteria.

Enigma Snow Chicken:
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Chicken Strips
Casserole bowl
Chicken Boullion ( 2 cups)
red grapes -Handful
tangerine oranges- 5
French Drsg. ( 2 tablespoons)
2 tablespoons honey mustard
10 cloves garlic
Cilantro Paste- 2 tsps.
One half diced red onion....
Sprinkle Ginger and nutmeg on top...

Throw it all into Dish and bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes...It will smell heavenly..

Enjoy.....have a good sunday night.....

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Aloha.....


I had a patient- Gary.....a long time ago....In Seattle...I used to go see him every Thursday....and we used to go sit in his car. He had a 1952 Buick. It was a thing of beauty, it would take your breath away. It looked like the car in this painting. Shiny royal blue and soft white leatherette. The Front Seat was a Sofa of comfort. We would do his vitals and the Blood Draw, and talk about his Disease, and then if it was a rainey gloomy day we would go to his garage, and he would turn on the Lights and the Music and we would sit in his car. The Back wall of the Garage was a beautiful Mural of the California Coast....of a Beach that was surfers dream....And then he would pick music to play on his bitching Sound system. That Garage was like something out of a movie. The Car itself was Heaven. Sometimes it was Surf Music, and sometimes The Boss, and sometimes Old Beach Boys.

We would sit and talk about Things, mostly I listened. I listened to his Broken Dreams, and What AIDS did to his life. His Traveling Days were over, and the Car was his escape, even for just a few minutes. His vision was fuzzy like a "Monet "Painting he would say. Hie Beautiful blue eyes did not reveal the Retinitis that had eaten his vision. But I also listened to his stories of his past, being a lawyer, his love of art, how he wanted me to tell his mom what was Wrong with him, would I look after his young lover when he was gone..... And when I would leave he would always stand in the door and say "Aloha" with a wave and a smile.

" Life is a Fine Ride. Share it with people, don't ever let it be lonely."

I arrived one Thursday, a cold wet January Day, and he was not there. So I went to the Hospital, and I stood in hall with the bag of Fresh Ginger Snaps and stared at his empty bed. He had died that morning....After coming the night before for breathing troubles.

" I don't like Goodbyes. They make me Cry". He had said. IT was why he always said Aloha.

He had bought the car, The Beauty, and restored it. It was made the year he was born. When he died he tried to Leave It to Me. "The Bessie". I gave it to his Lover, I could not keep such a Piece of Heaven......

**{{ CLick the Title : The Boss + Born to Run}}**