#Preservation Hall

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Preservation Hall - New Orleans. Highly recommend to any music lover. A genuine, moving and probably sweaty experience that you will not forget. 🎶 🎼 🎵

[3garcons]

Preservation Hall Jazz Band in Troy NY 2023 Nov

[srftoy]

The Hall

[paullovescomics]

This is a very uplifting documentary about the Preservation Hall Jazz Band of New Orleans and a trip they took to perform and share music in Cuba. Of course it has lots of good music, but also a look at Cuban culture which we don't often see in the US. That there are shared traditions is not a huge surprise, but how deep and moving they can be is.

[matthewgstickler]

New Orleans: Preservation Hall

[junosview]

NOLA: Distilling the essence

Born on a bayou, emerging out of a swamp, frequently in the eye of a hurricane, situated between the mighty Mississippi River and Lake Pontchartrain, largely lying at or below the natural water table, wondering when the levees will break… (there are quite a few ideas for songs here already!). But, why would anyone visit, let alone live, in a place like New Orleans? The French came here and lay…

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The Preservation Hall Jam Band

A failed sousaphone player attempts to start New Orleans' best jarred jelly company.

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Preservation Hall Jazz Band at Tipitina's - What Could Go Wrong?

As Paula and I drove towards New Orleans for a week-long music safari, I discovered that the Preservation Hall Jazz Band was going to be playing at Tipitina's on Friday, February 3 . . . that was last night. I was over the moon. I couldn't buy the tickets fast enough. I've seen the Preservation Hall band half a dozen times, from a little room in New Iberia, LA, to The Apollo in Harlem, each show greater than the last. They're my favorites! This was going to be like seeing the Grateful Dead at Winterland, or the Red Sox at Fenway, or Dolly at the Opry. It was definitely going to be the climax of our NOLA sojourn. I couldn't wait. What could go wrong? . . . ?? . . . ???

And so . . . last night we arrived about fifteen minutes before doors, and stood on the sidewalk with a dozen other couples in excited anticipation. At 7:00 PM they let us into a big, empty room with not a chair in sight. We're not young anymore. After a couple of hours on my feet, I'm thinking about my back, no matter how good the music is. One of the employees told us there were chairs upstairs, so we beat it up there. No chairs anywhere. But there was a good view and a balcony rail to lean on. We chatted with fellow Preservation Hall fans on our left and right. I was eager to hear the band, and curious about the double drum kit setup.

At 8:00 PM one tall guy sauntered on stage . . . no applause . . . and started messing around with some boxes and lights. There were pops and clicks and thuds vaguely timed to this fellow's hand motions. The volume increased until we could not talk with our neighbors. And the volume increased more. And more. The noises got a vague rhythm, and got louder. Then it got louder. Now there was a rhythm, a pounding bass that sounded like an intense headache, only worse. And then it got worse. And louder. I couldn't figure out what this noise had to do with New Orleans jazz, if anything.

I looked at my watch. It was 8:25. Tipitina's main floor below was a wall-to-wall shoulder-to-shoulder mass of about 400 maskless, aerosol-emitting humans. Only about four people were moving to the cranium-splitting beat. They were probably on molly. The rest of us simply endured.

"This has to end at 8:30, right?" I thought. But 8:30 came and went, and the noises went from headache to nausea, but louder, and worse. I leaned over and shouted, "If this doesn't end in a few minutes, let's go!" I REALLY wanted to hear the Preservation Hall Jazz Band. I didn't want to leave. I've gone to other continents to hear great music. I've paid thousands in air fares and taxis and hotels. Surely I could last another five minutes. I looked at the time. 8:35. Surely I could last another five minutes. 8:40. Grit my teeth. "This has to end at 8:45, right?" I thought. When 8:45 came I'd had enough. Let's go, I yelled, and started to move towards the door.

As we broke out of Tipitina's into the relative silence, I was furious. "What bullshit!" I said to nobody in particular.

A fellow with an official looking jersey was standing on the corner. "I'm sorry you're leaving," he said.

"I don't see what that noise has to do with New Orleans jazz," I replied. I may have used a few more adjectives and expletives. "I'm not going to argue with you," he replied, but, he said, they did advertise the DJ opener on their Web site. He was nice, and the smoke coming out of my ears diminished to a wispy curl. He offered to put us on the guest list for Sunday's show with another band. We accepted, but I don't think I'm going.

Bottom line: What was to have been the climax of our trip was replaced by one of the most unpleasant experiences I've ever had in the pursuit of music. An expensive night of skull-splitting headache, backache, endurance, and anger.

Message to Ben Jaffe @pres_hall_ben and the Preservation Hall Jazz Band: The DJ last night had NOTHING to do with tradition, New Orleans, jazz, joy, improvisation, counterpoint or anything else I associate with Preservation Hall or the PHJB. I feel betrayed and abandoned. What were you thinking?

cc: @preshallben-blog @preshallfound @preshall

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Certified musician-boyfriend response to the news 🎷

[thethirdman8]

@sirdopidydope go here to listen to some great music 🎶

Preservation Hall is a must when you visit New Orleans baby ⚜️

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[vigilskeep]

i’m sure i haven’t read everything but trying to note down what we know of the antivan crow houses to get some background

there are eight “talons”, eight ranked major houses. (the guildmaster of each is also referred to as the talon, i.e. house dellamorte is first talon, caterina dellamorte is the first talon.) any house below those eight join the ranks of the “cuchillos” (literally just “knives” in spanish). these ranks rapidly shift

case in point: house arainai was first talon in 9:12 dragon (when they bought zevran) but fell to second talon by 9:16. its guildmaster was later executed for trying to retake first talon. then the death of his successor in 9:24 plunged house arainai into the cuchillos. they clawed their way back into eighth talon in 9:28 dragon (partially via rinna’s death).

afaik we don’t have a specific date for this but we also know that, at some point inbetween inquisition and veilguard, the eight talons are (in this order) dellamorte, balazar, valisti, kortez, de riva, nero, cantori, and arainai. (the latter having only barely clung to—or regained?—the position, following zevran’s failure to assassinate the HOF and later, according to world of thedas, zevran’s attacks on the crows and house arainai in particular.) however, [spoilers ahead for tevinter nights in the rest of this paragraph] the heads of houses balazar, valisti, and arainai were killed in the story where these names are mentioned, and it remains to be seen whether their successors were capable of holding their positions. house kortez was also to be entirely destroyed, by orders of all other remaining talons.

miscellaneous houses and crows: house gaspari is mentioned as a house previously entirely eradicated at some point by caterina dellamorte. house ferragani is mentioned as the one house arainai replaced as eighth talon in 9:28; it may be destroyed now or one of the cuchillos. in the as we fly short story, treviso is defended by two crow siblings with the surname de acutis, one of them described as “an old antivan crow, descended from very nearly the oldest.” a crow mage with the surname d’evaliste assisted the grey wardens against the fourth blight in the exalted age

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All Together Now: 25 Years of Photographing American Music by David McClister

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Miu Miu Fall Winter 2017: Kate Moss photographed by Alasdair McLellan.

[nyenyerle]

maglor’s at home concert hall where the harp is made from a tree that still has its roots in the ground is this anything

[b0kksu]

           Oh, this is extremely crucial to Satoru's portrayal - the Six Eyes is genderless. They do not care about the gender of the heir, the only importance is to have a host, thus many heritors have been masculine, feminine, and nonbinary. There is no need for Satoru to argue about how he presents himself to the higher ups, his authority is just that, the final written notice. The Six Eyes manifest as a curse, correctly to be assumed, though they also hold the prior soul of the past vessel. The Gojo Clan is manifested through the concept of reunion, the child who they must say goodbye to will return, since the concept is a one man clan - that is the head && thus without them they are aimless. In their archives to old paintings, the appearance change but never does the concept of the heritor's heart, usually they all have different personality quirks.

      Satoru is considered the most pure, his intentions are noble && good, although naive at the same time but that is to be given considering his upbringing. Anyway, upon his death the next vessel will inherit Satoru's soul, the eyes are open so to speak, thus they can see deception && it deeply haunts him. There are times he wishes to be blind that is not the case whatsoever. The Gojo Clan revolves around eternity, reincarnation, the endless life cycle with the promises they will be together again - even death cannot claim them.