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Bruh Clint at the Ogden

Posted on June 6, 2008 by Varg

The fiancee and I caught Clint Maedgen and Strings at the Ogden last night. It was a great show with an interview in the middle by Allison Fensterstock* between tiny sets. We love string instruments. I realize that Nola is a brass city and, lord do I love trumpets and sousas, but there is something about bowed strings that reaches deep down into the ethereal soul of a human.

A huge highlight of the evening for me was a rendition of the Jane’s Addiction song “Summertime Rolls.” This tune was overplayed in the cassette deck of my Honda Prelude many consecutive nights in the early ’90s. It later came to reach a “don’t even look at it” status due to the chords and melodies becoming too intertwined with the glorious moments and youthful zeitgeist I endured with it as the soundtrack. So I had to shelve it so later listening would not interfere with the synapses in that cavern of my mind connecting THAT song with THOSE events.

My fiancee thinks I am crazy for this but there are many CDs that I will only listen to every few years in a nostalgic mood because if I listen once to often, the connection in my head might switch to the later event and I will lose that rush of emotion that connects the song to previous experience. I understand this is sort of a kooky concept but I swear by it and I know I have read some science that backs it up.

Anyway, back on track, Clint sang it with just him and vibraphonist Mike Dillon and it was damn sublime, the original, stripped down, melodic bass line was replaced with soothing vibraphone and serene vocals bouncing off the stark and open foyer of the Ogden, man, it was a joy. The ecstasy of the original was matched and, since it wasn’t a cassette deck but a live performance, even surpassed.

Video is below. Enjoy.

* Who I noticed also has an article on Al Green in a recent issue of Paste. Try to get past the Scarlett Johansson feature where she opines about how Barack Obama, Bob Dylan and others are her surrogate fathers and just read about Rev Al and the other great stories in that issue.

7 thoughts on “Bruh Clint at the Ogden”

  1. New Orleans News Ladder says:
    June 8, 2008 at 4:17 pm

    Oh Yeah. Right in da’Pocket. Really. Definitely separates the sheep from the extremely talented musician, eh? Whoa.
    It’s the voice for me.

    Keep this up and you might bring me in from da’cold, Noble Vargonaught.

    Editilla

    ps-if you want, when you copy video code, you can just change the Width to about 400 and the Height to about 340 and it fits pretty snug on mine. Don’t know about yours. Make sure you do both of them in da’code or it won’t play.

  2. Varg says:
    June 8, 2008 at 6:34 pm

    Editilla,

    You totally fixed an annoying design flaw in this template that had bothered me for months.. Exalt!

  3. Charlotte says:
    June 8, 2008 at 7:28 pm

    Love it! The combination of the vibraphone and his voice is magical. Thanks for sharing.
    Going now to read the Paste article. I luvs me some Reverend Green!

  4. New Orleans News Ladder says:
    June 9, 2008 at 7:30 am

    Well since you brought it up, yer ho’so humble Editilla lives in the birthplace of Al Green’s Full Gospel Tabernacle.
    Scary Holy Place. Scary you ax? Yeah, because there are no arguments here fo’da atheists, no neoconflicts, no problems at all. Nothing but the Love. You hear it in the parking lot when you get out of the car because there is no way to come to this place early. God is always there waiting–and if God’s busy then Al Green himself will take your hand…and if he’s on tour, one of his relatives might be the assistant pastor…and even if they were on that long train, then every member down to the youngest child can take you there…and you might just not want to leave again.
    I have seen German communists crying in their car afterwards. Scary.
    Black bands in Memphis are the closest thing we have to Treme cohesion. There is a reason for that well explained in the book: Sacred Spaces, by Tom Rankin:
    http://www.amazon.com/Sacred-Space-Photographs-Mississippi-Delta/dp/0878056416
    Most of those churches are within a few miles of our family’s land in the Mississippi delta. That might help some with’me.
    But of course:
    http://www.algreenmusic.com/fullgospeltabernacle.html
    http://www.backroadsofamericanmusic.com/archive/2007/09/28/al-green-s-full-gospel-tabernacle.aspx
    Al is for real. That is what is so scary. Good scary.
    Jus’sayin…
    Editilla

  5. New Orleans News Ladder says:
    June 9, 2008 at 7:32 am

    Still workin’on the thingy so that links don’t stretch across your cool layout. D’OH! Sorry.

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  7. Varg says:
    June 9, 2008 at 2:13 pm

    I’m probably going to switch themes in the fall because this one’s purty but it’s a tad dysfunctional. Sorta like some of my ex-girlfriends. Whoa!

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I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.

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