#orleans delta

[nstile]

Elevate Your Space with Glazzio Tile Orleans: A Harmony of Elegance and Innovation

[sonicandvisualsurprises]

Stunning raw Rhythm'n'blues version of the song first recorded by Big Joe Williams in 1935.

[matthewdwhite]

New Orleans From Gretna, LA 7/21, 10/21 

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Walker Kessler and Larry Nance Jr.

[sirensandnymphs]

Those Delta Blues

Nothing like Delta Blues when you're missing the Big Easy

Delta Blues, also known as "race records", is a style of music that originated in the Mississippi Delta. A guitar, a harmonica and a singer are all that you needed to make music. Most songs were traditional African-American folk or field songs. Which is why you'll hear different recordings of the same songs.

Since the music of the early 1920's was marketed towards White-Americans; Black-Americans only made up small percentage of the consumer market. So when Black-Americans began recording music that would be marketed to their own people, it was labeled "race records" The simple lyrics carry so much weight and meaning about the times and the culture. Delta Blues gives us a small glimpse of a segregated South. Msn goes to work for pennies, man comes home to a nagging wife, and so he's got to get out and have a drink. At least thats what the lyrics suggest. They sang about drink, promiscuity, depression and living in sin. For example we have the song "Me and the Devil" :

Me and the Devil Was walkin' side by side Me and the Devil, ooh Was walkin' side by side And I'm going to beat my woman Until I get satisfied

A perfect depiction of depression and sin. Robert Johnson recorded the song just before his death, at the young age of 27.

But men weren't the only ones singing about this "fast" lifestyle. We have Ma Rainey, Bessie Smith and my favorite Ida Cox. All these women were singing songs that only men were known to do.

For example in the song Wild Woman Don't Have the Blues I've got a disposition and a way of my own When my man starts kicking I let him find another home I get full of good liquor, walk the streets all night Go home and put my man out if he don't act right Wild women don't worry, wild women don't have the blues

Ida Cox gives women a lesson in keeping it moving with these fuck boys.

*GASP* Scandalous!

[good-night-space-kid]

Insane to me that the Mississippi River has changed delta location since colonialism but for some reason people were like “it’s definitely gonna stay where it is this time”

[bazzys]

 Folk Art Painting Louisiana Swamps, tall cypress trees and wildflowers

[winnistravels]

New Orleans Exclusive Delta Sky Club - MSY

[stone-cold-groove]

Vintage Delta passenger ticket and luggage check - October 1963.

[bandcampsnoop]

1/11/23.

Kate Fagan was a staple of the Chicago scene (she now lives in New Orleans) in the early 1980s after her song "I Don't Wanna Be Too Cool" became a hit. She opened for the likes of The Ramones, The Clash and The English Beat (as a member of her other bands BB Spin and Heavy Manners).

Manufactured Recordings reissued the "I Don't Wanna Be Too Cool" 7" several years ago and it sold out. Now, Captured Tracks is reissuing the single in an expanded form.

It is clear that the music is part of the new wave/punk movement of the 1980s. But, the music still feels alive and part of the current sounds. With the advent of sites like Bandcamp, it's getting harder and harder to separate past and present as far as music goes. Kate Fagan's work is an example of this.

Apparently, Fagan picked up a bass and started noodling and creating songs. Perhaps that is why my initial reaction was that this sounded like a new wave/snarling version of Young Marble Giants or Delta 5.

[littlesmartart]

DRAWTOBER #30 - on the wild nights, who can call you home? by @aoxue

Summer is not yet come, but the sun burns hot, and the air is thick with moisture. New Orleans, delta built and water bound, thirsts for the respite of rain. While working on a case of disappearances in the bayous of Louisiana, cultivators and monster hunters Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen meet a young girl who will change their lives.

case fic!! Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen are cultivators in a (semi?) modern world full of the supernatural, and on one of their cases they wind up (reluctantly) allowing a mouthy little street kid called A-Qing to act as their guide into the baiyu. I looooove the worldbuilding for this fic, the way the spiritual swords can transform into whichever style of weapon is most appropriate for the time, the way the other supernatural denizens of New Orleans are just accepted as fellow citizens (albeit ones you really don't want to piss off). a gorgeous, fun, spooky, self-contained read (although if the author wants to write more in the same universe..... 👀👀👀)

[sophiologism]

i love the south. the ozarks and ouachitas, the piney woods, southeast texas, the mid-south, the lower delta, cajun country, the cumberland plateau, the deep south, new orleans, central appalachia, the smokies, the piedmont, the gulf coast, chesapeake bay, the south atlantic plain, the outer banks, the carolina beaches, the lowcountry, all of north florida… i just love it here and i love being from here. i love how diverse an area it is with so many different cultural identities and yet we all have solidarity due to common struggles and experiences. it has a lot of issues, and we as southerners have a lot of work to do, but i’ll never give up on us and our home.

[sigynpenniman]

AIRPORT TIERLIST OF AIRPORTS I’VE BEEN THROUGH FROM SOMEONE WHO FUCKING LOVES AIRPORTS

S TIER:

- MCO Orlando. My love my queen. Platonic ideal of airports. All the other airports wanna be her.

- MSY New Orleans - I have only seen your beautiful face once but your vibes were just impeccable. I miss you beautiful

A TIER:

- LHR London Heathrow - you’re so chill and sweet to be such a major airport. Weirdly calming somehow. Sterile, but the big boy of London airports. When you’re here you’re in London. Smells like joy.

- CDG Charles DeGaulle Paris. Dripping in stunning retro futurism and has a Concorde on stands by the runway. We love her

- DCA Ronald Reagan Washington DC. So pretty. So clean. So easy to navigate. Prevented from S tier status by being one long skinny thing with no way to get quickly across it.

B TIER:

- DEN Denver Colorado. Architecture for the gods but somehow the vibes are off. I’d fly through you again happily but I don’t feel especially warm when I think of you.

- FLL Fort Lauderdale - Hollywood. You’re permanently attached to very warm memories for me because of the trip I took from you but you’re just kind of there. Vibes are off. Meh.

- ORD Chicago O’hare. Aesthetic perfection but weirdly stressful. While I had a great time on this trip I do not think warmly of the airport other than the rainbow lighting. Jules got yelled at here. -10 points.

- CLE Cleveland Ohio. Another airport that is home of warm memories due to loved ones but just really not the vibe as an airport.

C TIER:

- LGW London Gatwick. I don’t like you for no reason. Like a disappointment, you’re in London but not at Heathrow for some reason.

- PHL Philadelphia. Again, weird aimless dislike. I cannot justify.

- BNA Nashville. Meh. Fine, which may be the worst insult I can lob at an airport.

D TIER:

- LGA New York LaGaurdia. Fuck you and your tiny spirit terminal in the middle of nowhere and your hard to access rental cars and your poor road signage that sent me round and round on the New York interstate in my rented Corolla. The bigger terminals are pretty though, and anyway. New York City!

E TIER:

JAX Jacksonville. Ew.

F TIER:

BOS Boston Logan International Airport. I loathe you. Less busy numerically than ATL and yet somehow even more spread out. Signage is bad. Directions unclear. Nothing makes sense in this alternate reality. Labyrinthine building designed by the god Hades. Never again would be too soon.

UNTIERABLE:

ATL - Hartsfield Jackson Atlanta. The biggest and busiest airport in the world. When you buy a ticket on Delta a box pops up that says “by buying this ticket you agree to see the inside of Hartsfield Jackson Airport.” Not actually a real place, but a floating parallel dimensional space you enter when you walk through the doors. When you get off the Plane Train at terminal D a sign to the left points down a hallway and says “Walk to Terminal E. Time: 45 minutes.” Bigger than many cities and some European principalities. And sometimes you’ll be forced to run clear across it when your gate gets changed. Send every domestic flight that goes near it and many that don’t through it for a completely unnecessary 45 minute layover and sautée until golden brown to birth this unholy god of a space outside all time. They have CPR training machines. They have bathrooms too rarely. They have a whole other airport underneath for international transfers. Don’t die before you see it. Everyone should, at least once. 🎶Welcome Aboard the Plane Train!🎶 next stop: the 4th circle of hell. Walk to purgatory: 45 minutes. Moving sidewalk out of order.

[mybeingthere]

Following a flood in 1927, New Orleans farmer Emile Riche used his barns and fences to protest against Parish officials for not making damage payments he believed he was due.

Lou Block, 1895-1969, photographer.

Library of Congress

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Brandon Ingram

[omgthatdress]

Cécile and Marie-Grace were released alongside the best friends line of dolls, and are a pretty transparent gimmick to get people to buy two dolls at once. That being said, I actually kind of love their collection.

Their story is set in New Orleans in 1853, which is a pretty great way to represent the Antebellum South without having a Scarlett O’Hara doll. New Orleans was one of the few places in the south with a robust middle class. Everywhere else had tremendous wealth inequality with absurdly rich plantation-owners, barely surviving poor Whites, and slaves.

Cécile is of the gens de coleur libre, that is, the free people of color, a class of New Orleans citizens born out of the plaçage system in which White men would take women of color as informal second wives. Plaçees held a really interesting position, as they could legally claim inheritance once their patron died, and the children born of plaçage could be named heir of an estate. Plaçees were also allowed to develop assets and run small businesses. All of this created a level of generational wealth that was unique among African-Americans at the time. Today, their descendants are known as Creoles.

As far as Marie-Grace goes, I don’t think she’s Cajun, just French-American. Cajuns are a specific group, the Catholic descendants of the French colonizers of Acadia, now called Nova Scotia, who were forced by the British out of the home. They settled mostly in the fertile Mississippi delta, and maintained a rural, somewhat insular way of life. Marie-Grace is the city-dwelling daughter of a doctor, so probably just the descendant of regular French citizens who settled in New Orleans.

Hair-wise, this is the era when girls tied their hair up with rags at night to have fat sausage curls in the morning. Most photographs and paintings that I’ve seen of Black girls in the era show them with their hair tied up, but there are a few who had curls.

Marie-Grace’s face-framing curls are a little bit more Jan Brady than 1850s, but it’s cute on her, so I’ll give her credit for that. The long hair isn’t inaccurate.

There’s something about Cécile’s dress that keeps saying “wrong” but I can’t quite put my finger on it. A more accurate dress would be more along the lines of something like this:

(The Victoria & Albert Museum)

(The Victoria & Albert Museum)

(New York Historical Society)

Marie-Grace’s dress seems to have been inspired by this portrait of Creole children:

(credit to @in-pleasant-company​ for finding it)

Cécile’s pillbox hat is a style that was adopted more in the late 1860s and 1870s. A more accurate hat would also have her in a “coal scoop” bonnet.

Her gloves, however, are accurate and adorable!

(The Met Museum)

Marie-Grace is wearing a kind of sun hat that was popular for children:

(The Met Museum)

Marie-Grace’s fan looks typical of the French fans that were popular at the time. They were usually painted with pretty pastoral scenes instead of flowers, however, although Chinese fans at the time frequently had floral themes.

(The Philadelphia Museum of Art)

(The Victoria & Albert Museum)

The shoes are definitely late Victorian rather than 1850s. Fine city ladies in the 1850s would be wearing boots made out of silk with leather soles:

(The Met Museum)