Music, like food, gives us common ground. Political forces drove many of us apart this year. They brought to the surface issues that were long overdue for discussion. They left many Southern families torn by unspoken tensions, even over the Thanksgiving table. But when the needle drops onto a record, folks don’t care much about the color of the musician if the song shakes our asses or touches our hearts.
Easter Sunday was also Youth Sunday. Moving and wonderful.
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“Plantation” is a genteel euphemism for slave labor camp. Let’s change the history books to say so. Michael Todd Landis:
Why should we continue to employ wording that is biased, false, or laden with myth? Compromise, plantation, slave-owners, Union v. Confederacy, etc.: these phrases and many others obscure rather than illuminate; they serve the interests of traditionalists or white supremacists; they do not accurately reflect our current understanding of phenomena, thus they should be abandoned and replaced.
Cool, uncool, don’t care. This album: Makes. Me. Move. The man can play.
High Museum, Woodruff Arts Center.
First week of classes.
Aderhold Classroom Building.
Georgia State University.