The city of New Orleans lost an important member of their musical community today with the death of Marva Wright. Her obituary isn’t going to get national (or even regional) headlines, so I wanted to make a point to honor the life of a helluva songstress. Hearing Marva sing was something that once you experienced, you likely never forgot. I know I didn’t. Her voice was HUGE. Growing up singing gospel at the church and at home she didn’t start singing professionally until she started working the Bourbon Street circuit the late 80’s. That’s where my family and I saw her for the first time, and throughout the years it remains a memory we regularly reminisce about. Alex Cook made reference to this song earlier today in commemorating her passing, so a hat tip to him for a worthy selection. Here’s to you, Marva, New Orleans own treasure. Enjoy your stroll in the great hereafter.
Well, I’m a day late technically, but Thanksgiving is a weekend long affair, so whatever. Rain brought a cold front into Mississippi and Louisiana just in time to set the right mood weather-wise and Buster and I got to spend most of yesterday in Brookhaven snuggled up by the fire reading and watching football. This post finds me with 10 minutes at the house before heading over to campus to get in some tailgating before LSU takes on Arkansas in a contest that we must win to stay in national title contention, and it looks like it’s going to be a tough one. Hopefully our defense stands strong against the Razorbacks’ dual running threat and the crowd can muster some of our 12th man magic usually reserved for night games at Tiger Stadium. From the number of people I saw celebrating Thanksgiving from their RV’s on campus last night on the news, something tells me plenty of action is being taken on that front (and now it’s time for me to go play catch up). Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours and here’s hoping you have a safe and relaxing holiday.
I am no fan of pet-centric blogs, websites, etc, and really thought I would have made it further than 2 posts before caving in to even a hint of such myself. But somethings are too good to pass up, especially when there’s a bad pun to go along with it (but are there good puns, or are puns better the worse they are?).
So, what do you get when Buster J thinks you’ve spent too much time on the computer for the day, but you’re still sitting on the couch, computer in your lap, finishing up that overtime work you brought home with you? (more…)