This review by Doug MacCash appeared in The Times-Picayune.
If you were at the Joan Armatrading concert at the Civic Theater Monday night (April 27) in New Orleans, please add your recollections to mine. Post your thoughts, plus details I missed in the comment stream below and I’ll try to weave them into the story. Here’s my take on the show:
The Caribbean-born songwriter was having an epic bad day. At 2 a.m. a false fire alarm in her Baton Rouge hotel caused a short evacuation, then at 7 a.m. a raging storm robbed the hotel of electricity, prompting another evacuation of the upper floors, then at roughly 9:30 p.m., near the start of her act in the Civic Theatre in New Orleans, gremlins caused her electric keyboard and guitars to go silent for several long minutes.
Eyes shaded by her long bangs, she stood at center stage, bemusedly explaining all that had…
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A group of private and nonprofit organizations will begin setting up a coral restoration effort next month off the shores of the Caribbean island of Curacao, Joh Liang reports in this article for DeeperBlue.com. Follow the link below for the original report and two videos.
Dive company Ocean Encounters, the Caribbean Research and Management of Biodiversity (CARMABI) non-profit organization and the Coral Restoration Foundation will be placing the first 10 staghorn coral tree nurseries between May 19th and the 26th on the Stella Maris divesite, outside the wave breakers off the Sea Aquarium beach.
Over the past 30 years, the coral reefs off Curacao have declined in health.
Consequently, the three aforementioned groups have established the “Curacao Reef Restoration Program” and earlier this month signed a Memoradum of Understanding to officially launch this program on May 19th.
The program’s main goal is to bring back the shallow-water populations of…
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THE OLD STORY
My father spoke of atheism as if it were a religion,
pounding the points of his argument into the dinner table,
spilling the salt with the seed of his own bad temper.
He raised me to be an atheist, too,
and I learned well the commandments of godlessness.
But at night in bed I suffered for it and was penitent
memorizing prayers buy the pages
glossing the psalms with a litany of pleas
that somehow God would find me, small as I was,
and make me a believer,
and, though a prodigal daughter, much loved, much loved.
How I longed for the sweet blow of grace
coming upon me like a hammer on a nail,
or a beggar on a penny
or raindrops on the parched red clay
turned to rust in the arid fields of my soul.
One night – I was under the covers saying…
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Yesterday, federal Judge Bryan Harwell said that the bad actions of two officers ruined the good work of thousands of honest officers.
“This one incident can cause the public to lose respect and overshadow the good work, the hard work, done by thousands of officers every day,” Harwell said.
In October last year, Franklin Brown and Eric Walters pleaded guilty to deprivation of rights under color of law. The DOJ took the case from the state and the officers reached the plea deals through federal prosecutors.
It happened in April 2013 in Marion, South Carolina. Eric Walters was patrolling when he saw Melissa Davis walking out of the yard of a home for sale. He asked her what she was doing, thinking she might have broken into the home. He tased Melissa because she did not quickly respond. While on the ground, Walters ordered Melissa to put her hands behind…
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How many million Aprils came
Before I ever knew
How white a cherry bough could be,
A bed of squills, how blue.
And many a dancing April
When life is done with me,
Will lift the blue flame of the flower
And the white flame of the tree.
Oh, burn me with your beauty, then,
Oh, hurt me, tree and flower,
Lest in the end death try to take
Even this glistening hour.
O shaken flowers, O shimmering trees,
O sunlit white and blue,
Wound me, that I through endless sleep
May bear the scar of you.