By Pablo Fanque, National Affairs Ed. & Mona Goldwater, Global News Ed.
ATIT loves The Presidents; some, sure, more than others. We like the photos, and particularly multi-Presidents shots. Here are some good shots of three Presidents, three first ladies, and one likely/potential new Prez at the Nelson Mandela funeral in South Africa. We also include the now notorious image of President Obama taking an iPhone selfie with the Prime Ministers of Denmark and England. . .
These images come from White House photographer Pete Souza.
Jack told us today that "the further George Bush recedes in the mirror" the more he likes him. He has written a couple of controversial posts about he affection for the retired President, with people sniping about him slipping into a hexegenerian, right bent/redneck space. He said "who cares about the politics? He had me once all the paintings came out. I love this guy!"
"I've written him twice now, offering to sponsor a gallery show, do an interview strictly focused on his art, and display better, high def photographs of his work rather than the fuzzy ones we all published (because there was nothing else). It was like....Dude....you gotta get this stuff out there. People want to see it. Maybe buy it. Let me know. Mr. President. And give my love to your dad and mom."
Jack is a sick biscuit, but these photos (maybe not the editorial comment) are worth seeing. Especially Dubyah showing pictures of his paintings to Hillary and Michelle. The following two images are from http://instagram.com/georgewbush (George W. Bush's Instagram site):
Reading American jazz clarinetist Mezz Mezzrow's biography 'Really the Blues' tonight. What a sweet, insightful, and marijuana-laced book. It is way more a microscope on the expansive and kaleidoscopic personality of Mezz Mezzrow than an actual, or factual, retelling of his life, kind of like a lot of the great autobiographies I've read (Keith Richards', Bob Dylan's, and Charles Mingus's come immediately to mind). So many sweet stories about his mentor Louis Armstrong, struggling to bring real jazz to NYC, and missing the music of Chicago. About being a Jewish boy in what was an African-American racket, and eventually becoming a link between black and white players in the Jim Crow era. The language is amazing, and at times incandescent--a kind of hybrid of Lord Buckley, Louis Armstrong, and Tom Wolfe. There is no question in my mind that this book, published in 1946, influenced The Beats and specifically Jack Kerouac, who to my ear, clearly lifted rhythms and language from Mezz. And good on him--he picked the right guy to lift from.
Mezz writes about going with Louis Armstrong to the RCA recording studio in Camden, New Jersey:
"In the dead of night we drove up to a large red brick church. I wondered if we were going to have a special prayer service, but when we went through the chapel door I saw it was a recording studio. `This is funny, ain't it, Mezz,' Louis said, `jammin' in a ole church.' I came back with `Where else should Gabriel blow?'" Yeah.