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rosercabre · 4 years ago

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Gener

Diumenge 31

Mai no hi ha només un gener i en els d’aquest, m’hi he perdut. La constant, però: la vergonya que m’espanta la panxa. Obro la boca i ni el vent d’avui, gruixut i possible, me l’escampa.

Dissabte 30

Posar un peu a Mart, desfer la carretera per no tornar.

Divendres 29

Dic que estàs millor, que ja menges salsitxa mentre jo llegeixo sobre el dret a l’oxigen, per exemple.

Dilluns 25 - Dijous 28

La filla em bull als braços una nit llarga tres dies. La por sempre m’espanta a Montbau. Qui vol passar per això cada vegada que el cos dels fills s’inflama? Qui vol dir-se mama cada dia que queda?

Diumenge 24

Vull recordar-te assenyalant qualsevol flor groga i dient que els girasols et fan content, mama, i també explicant-me, convençut, que si l’estàtua del parc alça els braços és per espantar les gavines, que són dolentes, mama.

Dissabte 23

Diu que ja no li agraden els migdies i a mi em fa llàstima. No tanco els ulls ni ignoro les hores que puc tocar.

Divendres 22

Tant forat i ganes d’omplir-lo. Sense pala, mai amb pala.

Dijous 21

No sé on aprendran a llegir els fills.

Dimecres 20

Hauria de pensar en Mart i mira’m, passant l’estona amb Dafne.

Dimarts 19

Un nus a l’os i el nervi obert i estimar aquests dies igualment, em passa.

Dilluns 18

Entre els marges i les carreteres, el lloc que sé habitar.

Diumenge 17

A Sant Gervasi dic que per força han de ser tots aquells anys d’Escuela Departamental de Puericultura abandonada els que em van dur, per exemple, al Six Flags de New Orleans post-Katrina.

Dissabte 16

Em fa mal — el queixal i tornar a aquella platja. Un em prem la geniva, l’altra se’n fot del meu intentar posar mandra als records dels dies lliures.

Divendres 15

Han dit: l’hem d’arrencar i farà mal.

Dijous 14

He dit: aquesta dona és un mal de queixal.

Dimecres 13

Donna Haraway fent margeres.

Dimarts 12

No has bufat perquè el teu germà sí que en sap però has menjat pastís a cullerades i has rigut mentre cantàvem. Ets la nostra joia i quan ho dic, la veu em canta. Veure-te’ls fer tots, filla, voldria.

Dilluns 11

Aquesta matinada fa un any que la lluna et va empènyer, filla que aquesta no em deixes dormir-la.

Diumenge 10

Sobre això de les cases i de les maneres de parlar: és tan important tenir sostre com tenir la possibilitat d’assenyalar-lo i dir és (a sobre) meu.

Dissabte 9

Plou i no és un ploure blanc i només ens queda comptar els bassals que hi ha entre nosaltres i la fàbrica que un dia vam pensar que ens veuria créixer i ara sabem que ens veurà marxar. N’hi ha vora vuitanta i al tercer ja tenim els mitjons xops. Tornem a casa que és només una manera de parlar.

Divendres 8

Dic: sí, tornaria a l’hivern del 2003 i no, no m’hi quedaria. Seria només una nit i seria totes les nits que van ser. De pedres a la finestra, de noranta centímetres mai dormits, de roba estripada en una cantonada, d’estimar en italià sense saber-ne prou, de saber-ne prou com per no tenir pressa per despertar.

(Això d’avui és culpa de la Sally Rooney, un altre cop)

Dijous 7

Torno a la casa que tenia un sostre que havia oblidat. Hi ha pols i una fotografia damunt la taula. Hi som totes dues quan érem com els fills. Ha de voler dir alguna cosa. Vull dir: ahir, avui, demà. Sempre és el mateix, aquest anar tirant cap a la incertesa amb l’únic saber del que hem passat. Surto al pati i demano que m’hi facin un forat.

Dimecres 6

És el seu dia i no és la meva nit.

Dimarts 5

El fill té por del carbó. Li dic que tenim les mans netes i no ens les hem rentat.

Dilluns 4

La filla se’n va sola passadís enllà. Li dic fins aviat i m’assec a esperar-la.

Diumenge 3

Més mar: el del capvespre als confins de la ciutat. Palmeres i ferides l’acompanyen o em complanyen, ja no ho sé.

Dissabte 2

Per cert: abans del mar hi ha els marges i em són trinxera i ja ho sabia.

Divendres 1

Havia de ser lleuger, tornar, però el record del viatge se’m fa candau a l’estómac. Peso i la boira m’enfonsa. No és tristor: és pànic de saber que no. Que no era com la tornada que jo tenia al cap. Al cap hi busco el que no tinc: l’empenta del mar d’ahir.

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jmvidal-illanes · 6 years ago

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La intensitat de l’aire era variable, però sempre dolça entre els ulls tancats, i malgrat que a vegades bufés amb força et resultà agradable. I orientares la cara i sentires lliscar les emocions. Et preguntares on s’originava aquell vent i el vent et contestà que sempre havia romàs allí, només canviava de lloc, i la seva existència era tan antiga com la Terra. #illafarvent #gavines #mar #illes #cel #vent #palma #esmolinar #igersbalears #igersmallorca #igerspalma #igersesmolinar (at Molinar) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtJOYBvFexP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=x3l15d8xixtk

#illafarvent #gavines #mar #illes #cel #vent #palma #esmolinar #igersbalears #igersmallorca #igerspalma #igersesmolinar

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latinalesbi · 8 years ago

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Gavin fans are so annoying. I unfortunately came across a post in the tag cheering for the episode's low ratings. They claimed (really speculated) the reason for it was Gavin's departure and that he made the show. They hoped that season renewals could be taken back and for the show to be canceled. Yeah, take away the only representation I get because they don't get to fetishize two teenage gay boys. They should take it up with Hayden and his mom if they are so angry. Sorry, venting.

Just want to give you the floor before bedtime. First, Gavin never even saw the Freeform era. It’s stupid to compare ratings. Second the Fosters is freeform’s #2 show and after PLL ends this spring, it will be its #1. I am sorry that he left, I am sure that it would have been a lovely story but it’s a lesson about learning to work with assholes. Sometimes, it’s what you have to do (just taught one of my students that lesson). Second, don’t be bitter and move on. Never ever get too attached to a ship where one character isn’t a regular. Your ship won’t end well.

Last week’s ratings were amazing, we had stiff competition this week. I hope we hear about live3. Anyway it doesn’t matter, renewal is already at hand, and in the end, Gavin lasted less than 2 seasons, the fosters without him 3 seasons. move on.

#jonnor #Anonymous

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dispatchesfrom2020 · 4 years ago

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2020

Week 52: December 21-December 27

21: Kīlauea - an active shield volaco on Hawaii’s big Island - erupts with a towering 30,000 foot tall plume. The active vents flooded the volcano’s pit crater with lava, creating an enormous lake of molten rock. The former Miss Belarus, Volha Khizhynkova, is released from prison. She spent over a month behind bars after being arrested at the pro-democracy protests against the autocratic president, Lukashenko.

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22: As Kamala Harris will be vacating her senate seat in order to Vice President, California Governor Gavin Newsom must appoint somebody to serve out the rest of her term. He selects Secretary of State Alex Padilla. When he swears in a few weeks later, he will become the state’s first Hispanic Senator. Unable to pass the budget required to sustain their government, Israel dissolves its parliament and head into a spring election. This follows close on the tails of two elections in 2019 and another in 2020 that saw a tenuous power-sharing agreement between President Benjamin Netanyahu and Blue and White Party leader Benny Gantz. But Netanyahu broke that alliance, sending the country towards its fourth election in just three years.

23: Trump dumps another round of shady pardons, granting clemency to his former campaign manager Paul Manafort, a Republican operative and advisor Roger Stone, and his son-in-law’s father, Charles Kushner. Stone was convicted of lying to congress and Manafort was charged with financial fraud and obstruction during investigations into Russian interference during the 2016 election. Trump’s presidency was haunted by allegations of collusion with Russian - on the way out, he seems intent on erasing any legal trace of these investigations. Adam Schiff, the Democratic head of the House Intelligence committee, tweeted “During the Mueller investigation, Trump’s lawyers floated a pardon to Manafort. Manafort withdrew his co-operation with prosecutors, lied, and was convicted, and then Trump praised him for not ‘ratting’... Trump’s pardon now completes the corrupt scheme. Lawless until the bitter end.” It’s also William Barr’s last day as Attorney General and good fuckin’ riddance. He resigned following a row between the two over election results; Trump wanted Barr to use his position as AG to push his narrative that the election was stolen. Barr refused.

Lorries line up at a make-shift truck-stop at Manston Airport, England. France quickly closed their borders with the United Kingdom after news that a new more virulent strain of COVID is circulating in London. Drivers need proof of a recent negative COVID test to return to Europe - here they line up to await their turn to have their noses and throats swabbed - Steve Parsons/PA/AP

24: Trump threatens to veto a COVID relief bill if congress doesn’t increase the amount of money given directly to American citizens to $2k. After compromises between the Republican and Democratic parties, they had agreed to just $600. Weird to see Trump and the Democrats allied against the Republican party...

25: A large blast rips through downtown Nashville after a local man detonated an RV-bomb, killing himself and injuring three others.

Women participate in Midnight Mass at the Legio Maria chapel in Nairobi - Yasuyoshi Chiba/AFP/Getty Images

26: Bridgerton drops on Netflix and I spend the entire day devouring the sex and scandals of this Victorian romp-com. The show envisions a kind of quasi-colour-blind regency era which is fun - but at times problematic. But it’s 2020 and we deserve a little escapism. Watching beautiful waft around a gorgeous ballroom in jewel-toned dresses and awful bangs to the whispered tune of Ariana Grande’s Thank U Next on violin makes me, like, borderline giddy. It’s why I loved Emily in Paris which was, truly, a ghastly show but also so fucking watchable. Her outfits? Ugly. The premise? Ridiculous. A cultural phenomenon? Absolutely.

27: It’s the week between Christmas and New Years and so news is light. Hilaria Baldwin has, apparently, been faking a Spanish accent for her whole fucking career. She’s from Boston. Twitter gleefully drags up an appearance on The Today Show in which she points to a cucumber and asks the host how you say the vegetable’s name in English.

#2020 recap

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gordonwilliamsweb · 5 years ago

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The Challenges Of Keeping Young Adults Safe During The Pandemic

Last month, after California Gov. Gavin Newsom ordered most of the state’s residents to stay home, I found myself under virtual house arrest with an uncomfortably large number of Gen Zers.

Somehow I had accumulated four of my children’s friends over the preceding months. I suppose some parents more hard-nosed than I would have sent them packing, but I didn’t have the heart — especially in the case of my daughter’s college roommate, who couldn’t get back to her family in Vietnam.

So, I had to convince six bored and frustrated 18- to 21-year-olds that, yes, they too could catch the coronavirus ― that they needed to stop meeting their friends, wipe down everything they brought into the house and wash their hands more frequently than they had ever imagined.

The first two weeks were nerve-wracking. I cringed every time I heard the front door open or close, and when any of the kids returned home, I grilled them remorselessly.

The day after a house meeting in which I laid down the law, I found my son, Oliver, 21, inside his cramped music studio in the back of the house with a kid I’d never seen before. And that night, I saw one of our extra-familial housemates in a car parked out front, sharing a mind-altering substance with a young man who used to visit in the pre-pandemic era.

If I’ve been neurotically vigilant, it’s because the stakes are high: I’ve got asthma and Oliver has rheumatoid arthritis, making us potentially more vulnerable to the ravages of the virus.

But even as I play the role of enforcer, I recognize that these kids are as anxious and worried as I am.

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My daughter, Caroline, 18, is filled with sadness and despair, feelings she had largely overcome after going away to college last fall. She recently started doing telephone sessions with her old therapist. Oliver has begun therapy — remotely, for now ― after dismissing it as pointless for the past several years.

A study released this month by Mental Health America, an advocacy and direct service organization in Alexandria, Virginia, shows that people under age 25 are the most severely affected by a rise in anxiety and depression linked to social isolation and the fear of contracting COVID-19.

That is not surprising, even though the virus has proved far deadlier for seniors. Mental health problems were already rising sharply among teens and young adults before the pandemic. Now their futures are on hold, they can’t be with their friends, their college campuses are shuttered, their jobs are evaporating — and a scary virus makes some wonder if they even want those jobs.

Paul Gionfriddo, Mental Health America’s CEO, says parents should be attentive even to subtle changes in their kids’ behavior or routine. “Understand that the first symptoms are not usually external ones,” Gionfriddo says. “Maybe their sleep patterns change, or they’re eating less, or maybe they are distracted.”

If your teens or young adults are in distress, they can screen themselves for anxiety or depression by visiting www.mhascreening.org. They will get a customized result along with resources that include reading material, videos and referrals to treatment or online communities.

The Child Mind Institute (www.childmind.org or 212-308-3118) offers a range of resources, including counseling sessions by phone. If your young person needs emotional support, or just to vent to an empathetic peer, they can call a “warmline.” For a list of numbers by state, check www.warmline.org.

Caroline’s case is probably typical of college kids. She moved back home from San Francisco last month after her university urged students to leave the dorms. Her stuff is stranded up there, and we have no idea when we’ll be able to reclaim it. Meanwhile, she has been planning to share an off-campus apartment starting in August with four of her friends from the dorm. We can get attractive terms if we sign the lease by April 30 ― but what if school doesn’t reopen in the fall?

For Oliver, who’s been living with me all along, the big challenges are a lack of autonomy, a need for money and cabin fever. Those stressors got the best of him recently, and he started doing sorties for a food delivery service. Of course, it makes me crazy with worry every time he goes out, and when he returns home I’m in his face: “Did you wear a mask and gloves? Did you keep your distance? Wash your hands!”

But what can I do, short of chaining him to the water heater? And if going out — and getting some cash in his pocket ― makes him feel better, that can’t be all bad (unless he catches the virus).

If your kid dares to work outside the house, and you dare let him, several industries are hiring — particularly grocery stores, pharmacies and home delivery and food services. Child care for parents who have to work is also in demand, so your fearless teen might want to ask around the neighborhood.

Volunteering ― again, if they dare — is another good way for young people to feel independent and useful. In every community, there are vulnerable seniors who need somebody to shop for them or deliver meals to their homes. You can use www.nextdoor.com, a local networking app, to find out if any neighbors need help.

Food banks are in great need of volunteers right now. To find a food bank near you, go to www.feedingamerica.org. Blood donations are also needed. Older teens and young adults can arrange to donate by contacting the American Red Cross (www.redcross.org). For a list of creative ways to help, check out Youth Service America (www.ysa.org).

While the kids are inside the house, which in my case is still most of the time, put them to work. “Anxiety loves idle time, and when we don’t have a lot to do, our brain starts thinking the worst thoughts,” says Yesenia Marroquin, a psychologist at Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia.

I’ve harnessed the able bodies of my young charges for household chores. A few weekends ago, I decreed a spring cleaning. They organized themselves with surprising alacrity to weed the backyard, sweep and mop the floors, clean the stove and haul out volumes of trash.

Considering the circumstances, the house is looking pretty darn good these days.

This KHN story first published on California Healthline, a service of the California Health Care Foundation.

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stephenmccull · 5 years ago

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The Challenges Of Keeping Young Adults Safe During The Pandemic

Last month, after California Gov. Gavin Newsom ordered most of the state’s residents to stay home, I found myself under virtual house arrest with an uncomfortably large number of Gen Zers.

The first two weeks were nerve-wracking. I cringed every time I heard the front door open or close, and when any of the kids returned home, I grilled them remorselessly.

If I’ve been neurotically vigilant, it’s because the stakes are high: I’ve got asthma and Oliver has rheumatoid arthritis, making us potentially more vulnerable to the ravages of the virus.

But even as I play the role of enforcer, I recognize that these kids are as anxious and worried as I am.

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Considering the circumstances, the house is looking pretty darn good these days.

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dinafbrownil · 5 years ago

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The Challenges Of Keeping Young Adults Safe During The Pandemic

Last month, after California Gov. Gavin Newsom ordered most of the state’s residents to stay home, I found myself under virtual house arrest with an uncomfortably large number of Gen Zers.

The first two weeks were nerve-wracking. I cringed every time I heard the front door open or close, and when any of the kids returned home, I grilled them remorselessly.

If I’ve been neurotically vigilant, it’s because the stakes are high: I’ve got asthma and Oliver has rheumatoid arthritis, making us potentially more vulnerable to the ravages of the virus.

But even as I play the role of enforcer, I recognize that these kids are as anxious and worried as I am.

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Considering the circumstances, the house is looking pretty darn good these days.

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shamelessshepherd · 2 years ago

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You know what one of my pet peeves are with animated films or animated media in general it’s when they take a kinda gnc ( let’s face it there aren’t many actual gnc female characters) female character and forcefully feminize her either in character or appearance let me give you all an example:

Astrid from httyd going from this

To fucking this

Like who is this WHO FUCKING IS THIS!!!???? and they took away her personality too she’s so fucking passive now which is????? Like dreamworks why why would you ruin my girl like this😭😭😭

A much milder version of this would be tracer from ov like look at her here

Freckled face more angler features

Now look at her here

She has a Button nose and her freckles aren’t as visible she’s more doll like

Which brings me to another issue

Same face syndrome

Many animation studios refuse to give female characters different faces it’s all the same formula

Notice a pattern? All characters have button noses young almost childlike faces huge eyes no angular features whatsoever

Now let’s compare it to the males shall we?

Wow such facial diversity the design team really made an effort to add some fucking personality here

So in conclusion misogyny is fucking everywhere and animated media has a huge influence on the increased insecurity found amongst women because this is the shit we’ve been exposed to since we were children thank you 🙏🏽

#radblr #radfems please interact #radfems do touch #radical feminism #gavins venting era

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chavighurst · 7 years ago

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Americana Lifetime Achievement Awards 2017

I was once again pleased to contribute program notes for the Americana Honors & Awards Lifetime Achievement winners for 2017. I wanted to give these a permanent home on the web, so to read my short essays on Robert Cray, HighTone Records founders Larry Sloven and Bruce Bromberg, Iris DeMent, Graham Nash, Van Morrison and the Hi Rhythm Section, click through to the jump and scroll. They’re all on one post.

Robert Cray - Performer

On the jacket of the 1983 Alligator Records ensemble album Showdown! a young Robert Cray mimes a guitar jam, standing between blues legends Johnny “Clyde” Copeland and Albert Collins. Cray’s smiling gaze is transfixed by the left hand of his hero Collins on the fretboard. The image symbolizes the hours Cray spent as an aspiring guitarist, studying the Ice Man’s phrases and passionate vibrato.

By that year, Cray had emerged as a favorite in the clubs and theaters of the Pacific Northwest. He’d released two albums on HighTone Records and was being hailed as “a one man Wave of The Blues Future,” as expressed by album producers Bruce Iglauer and Dick Sherman. But even their expectations were exceeded over the next few years as Robert Cray became the only African American blues and traditional R&B artist/songwriter to enjoy massive radio airplay and platinum record sales in his era. His vehicle was the album Strong Persuader and the hit single “Smoking Gun.” His tools were a silky vocal style reminiscent of Sam Cooke, a piquant electric guitar that moved the music in both lead and rhythm mode, and original songs that told relatable stories in fresh, carefully crafted forms.

High profile collaborations further fueled Cray’s prominence, including recordings with Eric Clapton and John Lee Hooker, a slot on the feature documentary Chuck Berry tribute concert Hail! Hail! Rock ‘n’ Roll and tours with the Rolling Stones and Bonnie Raitt. Steadily and without mis-steps he amassed a deep catalog and nailed down five Grammy Awards.

Cray’s most recent project saw him return to Memphis where sessions with the veteran studio cats of Royal Studios produced Robert Cray and Hi Rhythm, an 11-song set that underlines Cray’s statesman stature in American music and his enduring fascination with traditional R&B. His success, even in the infertile soil of 1980s pop/rock radio, wasn’t a matter of fortuitous timing but of soul and skill. He’d have been a hitmaker in the 60s, 70s, or 2010s had it worked out that way. He’s that tapped into a timeless firmament.

Larry Sloven and Bruce Bromberg / HighTone Records - Jack Emerson Lifetime Achievement Award for Executive

Several of this year’s lifetime achievement awards are connected by history. Robert Cray was introduced to the public thanks to the vision and risk-taking of Larry Sloven and Bruce Bromberg who made 1983’s Bad Influence the inaugural release of their new HighTone Records. It proved an auspicious start for a company that would enrich and enlarge the very idea of American roots music, with important releases in blues, country, folk and rock and roll. The label produced more than 300 albums over 25 years, including essential discography titles by Bill Kirchen, Dave Alvin, Rosie Flores, Chris Gaffney, Dick Dale, Chris Smither, Tom Russell, Geoff Muldaur, Dale Watson, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott, Jimmie Dale Gilmore, Joe Ely and 13-time Americana Award winner Buddy Miller.

“Larry and Bruce cared about signing music that was real. They didn’t care if something was making a splash,” Miller says. And across his four solo albums, plus two more by Julie Miller and a duo album, “they gave us complete creative freedom. I’m so glad this award is happening.”

Sloven and Bromberg had jobs in record sales and distribution when they met in the late 1970s, bonding musically over a shared love of Merle Haggard. When they took on the Robert Cray release six years later, it was a side project with little hope of being anything else. But two years in, HighTone Records was a self-sufficient, full time pursuit, based out of Oakland, CA.

Bromberg, a blues maven with a history of producing important artists such as Lightnin’ Hopkins and Johnny Shines, was the chief talent scout; he contributed as a songwriter as well. Sloven tended more to the business side of the label with an art-before-commerce philosophy. With the multi-platinum status of Cray’s 1986’s Strong Persuader album, the partners were able to put a firm foundation under the venture and release what moved them. That included a distinguished blues reissue series, spotlights on underappreciated veterans like Hank Thompson and ventures into Latin roots music.

The founders never achieved their dream of bringing Merle Haggard into the label’s fold, but they did oversee a tribute concert and album with Marshall Crenshaw, Joe Ely, Lucinda Williams, Iris DeMent and others performing Haggard songs. The resulting Tulare Dust project became the first No. 1 album on the very first Gavin Report Americana chart, making it a signifier and landmark for the new format. Today, any respectable Americana/roots CD collection will have scores of HighTone logos on the shelves.

Iris DeMent - Trailblazer

Few artists have told their roots music origin story in song as clearly and memorably as Iris DeMent did on her 1992 debut album Infamous Angel with the song “Moma’s Opry.” In a proud, plaintive voice, DeMent relates: “I'll never forget her face when she revealed to me, That she'd dreamed about singing at The Grand Ole Opry.”

With a few strokes, the artist conveys how deeply music ran in her heritage, as well as music’s power to widen horizons and inspire hope. Music, she told an interviewer once, “wasn’t a plaything” in her family. “It was something you had to have to live.”

DeMent’s own aspirations were quieter and more personal than being a country star, but she gradually developed a yearning to write and perform. She joined a widening American folk music scene in the 1980s, where her tart, rural diction became a country counterpart to the more urbane sounds of the Lilith Fair era. Fellow Americana Lifetime Achievement Award-winner Jim Rooney championed her music and helped her land on Rounder/Philo Records, where her first album earned such acclaim and success it was picked up by Warner Bros.

DeMent has been more selective and patient than prolific in her creative career, but her work is unfailingly observant, compassionate and relevant. In “Our Town,” one of her earliest songs, she documented rural America’s economic decline before it was a hot national topic. She offered a sort of hillbilly Taoism with “Let The Mystery Be.” And her 1996 anthem “Wasteland of the Free” was a searing and comprehensive indictment of America’s shortcomings that presaged the politics of today.

Iris DeMent has earned the Trailblazer Award for her commitment to making classic folk and country forms relevant in her time.

Graham Nash - Spirit of Americana Free Speech in Music Award

When Graham Nash emigrated to the United States in the late 60s to join Crosby, Stills & Nash, the songwriter wasted no time and minced no words engaging in America’s vital, cacophonous democracy. He wrote “Chicago” about the fraught Democratic National Convention of 1968 and the trial of Black Panther co-founder Bobby Seale and the Chicago Eight. Angry but idealistic, it included the line “We can change the world / rearrange the world.” About the same time, his acerbic “Military Madness” confronted his adopted home country with its violence in Vietnam. That song became the opening track on his debut solo album in 1971. These and other compositions marked the opening salvos in a life devoted to music and change-making, from Woodstock to Occupy Wall Street and beyond.

Nash says he developed his sense of social justice as a boy, seeing how the judicial system in England treated his hard-up father versus its genteel lenience with the upper classes. His music took flight in England as a singer and songwriter with The Hollies. Success with that pop group led him to the US on tour, where he met David Crosby and Stephen Stills. His decision to move – musically and geographically – was inspired by a chance to make music that said something topical and vital at a time of great tumult.

Crosby, Stills & Nash, with and without Neil Young, became one of the iconic folk/rock groups, whose success was fueled as much by its message as by its floating, inspiring harmonies. They helped make Joni Mitchell’s “Woodstock” a national anthem of the counterculture. They made a hit of Nash’s starry eyed and hopeful “Teach Your Children” only to purposefully bump it off the radio when Neil Young’s hot take on Kent State, “Ohio,” needed to vent anger at the establishment.

Nash’s music-fueled activism extended beyond the quartet and his own musical pursuits. In 1979, he partnered with Jackson Browne and Bonnie Raitt to create Musicians United for Safe Energy (MUSE) and to produce No Nukes: The Muse Concerts for a Non-Nuclear Future. In the summer of 2006, Nash and his old quartet toured behind Neil Young’s angry Living With War album. It was the first time Nash experienced death threats. Nevertheless, he told Jambase: “I was out there doing what I am supposed to do, which is to make music and to a certain degree entertain people, but to a large degree make them think.”

With Graham Nash it was ever thus.

Van Morrison - Songwriter

Where The Rolling Stones helped boomerang the blues of Howlin’ Wolf and Muddy Waters back to American audiences during the British Invasion phase of rock and roll, Van Morrison accomplished something similar on behalf of Ray Charles and Solomon Burke. R&B pioneers were linchpins of Morrison’s father’s record collection in Belfast, Northern Ireland. And American roots music informed Van’s development at every level. His first guitar lessons came from a Carter Family folio compiled by Alan Lomax. He formed a skiffle group and then a proto-rock and roll band named after Leadbelly’s Midnight Special. Gradually, improbably, the secondary school dropout built a life in music that took its first public step with Them, a rock and roll band that toured the US in 1966 and left behind Morrison’s widely covered “Gloria.”

Morrison’s solo career began with the R&B flavored “Brown Eyed Girl,” which was part of a small and frustrating record deal in 1967. In near poverty conditions, in the Fall of 1968 in New York, Morrison composed and recorded his masterwork Astral Weeks. While its initial reception was mixed commercially and critically, the album was rather quickly recognized as a profound and iconoclastic statement. When Moondance, the album and single, followed in early 1970, Morrison’s career exploded.

He’s a supple, emotive and attention grabbing vocalist, but his epic output of songs gave that voice wings over a 50-year, 35-album career. He wrote about love, freedom and beauty in “Tupelo Honey.” He wrote unsentimentally but nostalgically about his youth in “Take Me Back” and “Redwood Tree.” He employed dense and cryptic language when it suited him, as in “St Dominic’s Preview,” and yet he could write the breezy and romantic “Moondance” as well. He was ever spiritual and sometimes overtly prayerful, as with “In The Garden.”

With access to a vast range of human emotion, an eye for provocative subject matter and an ear for soaring melodies, Van Morrison would have been a major influence even if he’d only written for other singers. Happily and majestically, this highly controlled and creatively demanding artist has been his own best muse.

Hi Rhythm Section - Instrumentalists

As the mighty Stax Records empire began to unwind around 1972, Hi Records found its footing and became home for a new wave of soul, steered by Memphis lifer Willie Mitchell out of Royal Studios at 1320 South Lauderdale Street. As with Stax and FAME Studio down the road in Muscle Shoals, AL, Hi/Royal developed a sound defined by a cadre of studio musicians. They became known as Hi Rhythm.

Three brothers were at the core of it - Mabon “Teenie” Hodges on guitar plus Charles on organ and Leroy on bass. Drummer Howard Grimes was an alum of Satellite and Stax Records. And keyboardist Archie “Hubbie” Turner was also in the circle. They are the silk purse making the pocket on Al Green's "Love and Happiness," Otis Clay's "Tryin' To Live my Life Without You," Ann Peebles' "I Can't Stand The Rain," Syl Johnson's "Dresses Too Short," O.V. Wright's "Eight Men, Four Women" and many more.

Scott Bomar, founder of the Bo-Keys, in which Grimes and Turner play today, says the Hi Rhythm section followed in the footsteps of the Memphis Boys, Mitchell’s first house band, when they went on to work for Chips Moman at American Sound Studio. Being slightly younger than the Stax team they similarly admired, the Hodges were attuned to the raw energy of rock and roll. “And having three brothers who’d grown up playing music with their father gave them a special feel and bond and chemistry, kind of a telepathy that no other studio group really had,” Bomar says.

The brothers recorded their own work as Hi Rhythm in the mid 70s and regrouped to tour with Albert Collins and Otis Clay. In more recent years, members of Hi Rhythm have played on projects by Melissa Etheridge, Cyndi Lauper, Cat Power and Robert Cray. They’re also prominent in the 2014 documentary Take Me To The River featuring meetings between old and young Memphis talent. Teenie Hodges died in 2014. The rest remain part of the heartbeat of Memphis.

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Maig

Divendres 31

Dic adéu i sóc més sàbia i més desmaiada que mai.

Dijous 30

La meva mare no volia que fos filla única. Per això tinc la meva germana. No recordo res de quan va arribar. Només una foto. Jo somric amb dents de llet mentre ella, un nadó pelat i seriós, es mal aguanta a la meva falda. No crec que mai més l’hagi tornat a tenir a la falda. Aquella foto resumeix el que la meva mare volia.

Dimecres 29

Et diré que el que més enyoro és el vespre. Ja no t’escric des d’ell perquè em pesen les hores i res m’és fàcil. Me’n vaig a dormir que encara és clar.

Dimarts 28

Fa dos anys no vaig anar a la guerra.

Dilluns 27

Mare meu, quina tristesa més empipada que arrossego Meridiana amunt fins sortir de la ciutat i bon vent, conciutadans estranys.

Diumenge 26

El mar de fa vint-i-cinc dies no és el d’avui: un tros de ciment retallat ple de blau miop. Assenyalar-lo em costa tant com pedalar-hi. Prometo que hi tornarem un dia i serà desembre, ja ho veuràs.

Dissabte 25

Pelar una patata m’esgota i penso en totes les persones que pelen patates i esbufeguen, les cròniques, les que carreguen un cos que no segueix, les que segueixen un cos que mana i escanya. El meu consol és la vida. El seu no pot ser el gust de la patata bullida.

Divendres 24

Mira’ns, soles, totes dues, com un dia de fa una vida: esquitxem moments vitals i en fem política mentre creuem l’avinguda frec a frec, el diluvi ens estreny i tan me fan els mitjons xops i el baf carregat de l’autobús que creua la ciutat, quan la tinc al costat.

Dijous 23

No menjo més nabius perquè ja n’he menjat un i, dins la panxa, em pesa. Penso en noms: mirtil, anajó, anajús, avajó, naió, naiet.

Dimecres 22

Ni noranta segons, puc escriure. Recorda’m per què ho volia.

Dimarts 21

Una cosa, aquest sempre parlar de mi és perquè el meu mi se m’eixorda entre els batecs d’un altre i no, no és poesia. Poesia és preguntar qui diu què és satèl·lit i què és planeta primari.

Dilluns 20

Parlem d’altres coses, va: de les vores dels texans desfilades que són magdalenes i sento els pixats i l’speed barat i el suc de taronja i la pasta de sèsam i la merda de colom d’una tarda del 2002 arrossegada, tot ella, des de Joaquin Costa amb Valldonzella fins a Hercegovina amb Muntaner. He dit: parlem d’altres coses i he tornat a mi. Quina manera d’esgotar-me.

Diumenge 19

Té dues sorts, ell: sap estar dret i no es farà mai vell, amb mi. Avui fa un any d’una altra divergència i ja m’he descomptat.

Dissabte 18

No hem dit el que volíem dir perquè ja era tard i els canelons es refredaven. El fill únic ha rigut totes les hores que jo he dormit.

Divendres 17

No sé estar dreta, no puc estar asseguda. Entremig, el pes d’aquests dies. Sé com van acabar l’última vegada però no em serveix. He dit que no em serveix.

Dijous 16

El neguit té el color de la sang vella i el cor intermitent. Digues, per què, de cop, ja no sé respirar.

Dimecres 15

Un mes de la divergència i d’una ucronia no se’n surt, tampoc.

Dimarts 14

He oblidat tot el que no és el malestar: i no, no t’ho vull explicar. Prefereixo menjar olives negres i deixar les històries per qui té el cap clar.

Dilluns 13

Toca, em pesa el fetge quan camino i les ungles quan escric. Hi hauria d’haver una manera de recordar aquesta gravetat, de no oblidar-la mai: estem fets d’ella.

Diumenge 12

No sé on va cap dels vuit o potser nou helicòpters que veig avui. El fill ja en reconeix la fressa i això no sé si hauria de ser. Volar és massa lluny i toco a terra, torno a la terra, a les cases i a les ciutats. Ho faig amb Solà, Jackson, Aricó, Mansilla i Stanchieri.

Dissabte 11

Llevar-se em costa un dia i quan ho faig, ja és fosc. Coses clares: les calces blanques i les patates al forn. No és que no tingui sentit, és que el tinc exagerat.

Divendres 10

He vist l’amiga. L’amiga viu d’aquí a quatre anys. Em torna la pressa a la panxa o potser només és gana. Sempre és gana. Grossa i espessa, exigent i obsessa. Tipa, em té.

Dijous 9

Tinc el cap encongit i he escrit: ‘començo a tornar’ a l’agenda de l’estiu del 2020. De què serveixo, si ja no puc gronxar?

Dimecres 8

Un dia llegiré aquests dies per recordar-me així per última vegada. Em diré: mira’m, tinc un badall al cap i els frens posats i no sé acabar una frase sense perdre’m en un moment que no hi és. Mira’m, diré també, no vulguis enyorar-me.

Dimarts 7

Saps, he sabut que distingir un oi d’un ai o el fred d’un rampell no em fa més segura. Soc poruga perquè tot just és maig. No sé quina por no tindré a finals de juny.

Dilluns 6

Escolta: hi ha una història en un matalàs arrecerat en un portal d’una avinguda que surt d'una ciutat. No és la meva.

Diumenge 5

La llum de La Verneda, la gent no la sap. La llum de La Verneda és fonda i possible. Passa per Cantàbria i Las Vegas. Fa olor de pollastre a l’ast i xiscla com una cotorra. S’enfila pel formigó i en fa un raig, greu i pesat, que em cau al cap. Fa un any encara no la sabia, la llum de La Verneda. Fa un any encara era gent.

Dissabte 4

Veig més sang. Entre cella i cella, la ferida del fill goteja. Un vermell que no m’espanta perquè no és meu. Ell no plora perquè el mal no li fa por. Li fa por: l’habitació del fons i la planta del balcó. És irracional, li dic. No passa res, li dic també. De matinada, m’ho repeteixo mentre faig repicar els ulls oberts amb les dents despertes.

Divendres 3

He dit que la pluja m’era igual. He confós un bassal amb un mirall. M’hi he mirat que és mullat però dic regat. Per allò de créixer, per allò de florir. Més tard, l’arrel ha fet crec. El queixal ja no hi és: tota la sang era al seu forat.

Dijous 2

Saps, ja sé perquè ho sabia. Havia après, per aquest ordre: les dècimes als ronyons, el fred d’un badall, el paquet de babybels i la miopia ferotge. Ens hem abraçat a l’ascensor. Més tard, el fill ha caigut: tota la sang era al seu nas.

Dimecres 1

Mira, era mig clar quan badallàvem llet i xocolata. Després hem anat a veure les cotorres del costat de les vies. Tenien el niu mig desfet. Hem arraconat branquells i tiges seques. El fill s’ha fos i he escrit una estona (soc una garsa, que diu en Jose). Més tard, s’ha aixecat vent i hem seguit el riu fins al mar. Llevant, Besòs, Txernòbil. Els noms propis tenen una història que vent i riu i mar no saben. Hem vist: gavines i homes sols. No hem vist: cap balena. El vent no ha despentinat les torres. He tingut por per nosaltres. Ha sigut un moment, entre les autocaravanes i sota els ponts. He pensat en Ostia, també en San Giovanni a Teduccio. El mateix mar, un altre nom. No ha passat res i hem creuat les cases barates i hem passat la fàbrica abandonada i hem arribat a la plaça. No he menjat gelat i he llegit Pepe Sales. M’he adormit amb mal de panxa i pensant en el que potser encara no sé.

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