Arts: September 2015

Electrifying the Court: Robin Barnes and The Skylarks light up the Windsor Court Hotel with jazz and soul.
ArtsSept2015The voice comes at you, surrounding you, first like a mist, then like soft arms embracing you in jazz-soaked warmth. Close your eyes, and that voice is an eerie blend of Ella Fitzgerald and Nina Simone. Open your eyes, and the voice is all Robin Barnes — a New Orleans native who is destined for a bust in the pantheon of great New Orleans female singers.

Barnes has been singing jazz standards since she was six years old, hailing from a long line of New Orleans musicians. Now at 27 years old, she possesses the stagecraft and vocal chops of a seasoned front lady, moving deftly from My Funny Valentine to What a Wonderful World, making each song and each note her own.

Behind Barnes, her band The Skylarks lay down a soft rhythm and steady beat, melding into Barnes’ delivery without a misstep. Her band consists of bass player Pat Casey, piano player Charles James and drummer Danovon Calhoun-Bettis. They discretely provide the beat, and the smooth and sly chordal progressions for Barnes’ delivery. They are no mere accoutrements, but part and parcel of the Robin Barnes package.

In between songs Barnes stops to introduce her mother, who is sitting in the audience. Her mother rises and only partly succeeds in containing the parental pride bursting in her chest. Instantaneously, the younger Barnes, the sultry jazz singer and flawless entertainer who, moments ago, beguiled and dazzled a room full of strangers, is now simply a mother’s daughter and a young girl within dream’s reach. Catch Robin Barnes and The Skylarks on Saturday nights at the Windsor Court Hotel. robinbarnesmusic.com

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51aKnVq2T6L._SX326_BO1,204,203,200_Katrina: After the Flood: Explore the 10-year odyssey to bring New Orleans back and the people who made it happen.

There is no one way to tell a story. Stories, like affairs of the heart, are always dependent on the eyes of the beholder. In the last decade, few tales equal that of Hurricane Katrina in proportion or the amount of media devoted to it, yet non-fiction writer Gary Rivlin has woven a narrative so fresh in perspective and focus, his new book reminds us of how many personal accounts of this monumental event still beg to be told.

Katrina: After the Flood ($27, Simon & Schuster) takes the reader on a journey of 10 years after the hurricane through the lives of several New Orleans residents who, like the rest of us who lived it, would forever divide their own life stories by what came before this storm and what came after it. Rivlin, a former journalist for The New York Times, was sent to New Orleans on assignment just days after Katrina ripped through the area.

His official assignment was to meet with Alden McDonald, president and CEO of Liberty Bank. McDonald was a founding member of the bank, and Liberty Bank, for the time being, was Katrina in microcosm. It was soon evident that Liberty Bank’s story was inextricably linked to the near total chaos that reigned over New Orleans during those first few weeks and months after Hurricane Katrina.

Rivlin’s journalistic curiosity was piqued: How does a city rebuild materially, and, more importantly, how does a city like New Orleans rebound psychologically or even spiritually from such a cataclysm? Though his original assignment was to report on the rebuilding effort of one specific business, Rivlin realized almost immediately that business rejuvenation was just part of the equation.

Providence had placed Rivlin in a unique position. He was now front and center to bear witness to a large, historic metropolis brought to its knees by nothing more capricious than a severe weather event. Throughout Katrina: After the Flood, it’s clear that Rivlin was fully aware of what he was witnessing, its historical significance and his peculiar circumstances. Though Mother Nature was the catalyst, this was clearly an event borne of history, politics, race and human folly. It was also, as Rivlin’s book makes clear, an event that inspired courage, resilience and a multitude of individual acts of extraordinary heroism. garyrivlin.com

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vanishingThe Vanishing Ground: Melinda Rose captures the indomitable spirit of the people of Isle de Jean Charles.

The Isle de Jean Charles, the historic home of a tribe of Chitimacha and Biloxi Choctaw, is disappearing … literally. The ground is being reclaimed by the waters surrounding it, but not through the natural give and take of Mother Nature. This is a man-made problem — one that plagues the entire Louisiana coastline, through years of misuse and waste.

When Melinda Rose first heard of the plight of the Native American community on Isle de Jean Charles, it became an obligation to document this remote place, its rustic charm and semi-isolated community. “At one time, in recent history, Isle de Jean Charles was six miles long and four miles wide,” Rose says. “Today, it’s one mile long and a quarter mile wide. The island is quickly vanishing, but, for now, the 24 remaining families and their 22 children continue to live out their lives each and every day. This fall, with the help of a few non-profit agencies and the proceeds from a book, I will be implementing a gardening project for the island children. We will be building raised beds and planting trees.”

Rose’s affection for the islanders permeates her images — black and white images that compel our vision through two dimensional space — into the world of these subjects. As a former Montessori teacher, she insists that it’s children who “instinctively know how to celebrate the temporary.” It’s an idea that is poignantly summed up in a photograph of a young girl who is gleefully staring into the camera, standing on a pier above the dark, oil-slicked water, behind her an expanse of flat, treeless marsh. Rose draws us in, into this young child’s uncertain world, and we wonder what will become of her, but the answer is there all along. This child has already learned the biggest lesson: First one must endure, but, we can, if we choose, smile through it all. melindarose.com

 

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Electrifying the Court: Robin Barnes and The Skylarks light up the Windsor Court Hotel with jazz and soul.
ArtsSept2015The voice comes at you, surrounding you, first like a mist, then like soft arms embracing you in jazz-soaked warmth. Close your eyes, and that voice is an eerie blend of Ella Fitzgerald and Nina Simone. Open your eyes, and the voice is all Robin Barnes — a New Orleans native who is destined for a bust in the pantheon of great New Orleans female singers.

Barnes has been singing jazz standards since she was six years old, hailing from a long line of New Orleans musicians. Now at 27 years old, she possesses the stagecraft and vocal chops of a seasoned front lady, moving deftly from My Funny Valentine to What a Wonderful World, making each song and each note her own.

Behind Barnes, her band The Skylarks lay down a soft rhythm and steady beat, melding into Barnes’ delivery without a misstep. Her band consists of bass player Pat Casey, piano player Charles James and drummer Danovon Calhoun-Bettis. They discretely provide the beat, and the smooth and sly chordal progressions for Barnes’ delivery. They are no mere accoutrements, but part and parcel of the Robin Barnes package.

In between songs Barnes stops to introduce her mother, who is sitting in the audience. Her mother rises and only partly succeeds in containing the parental pride bursting in her chest. Instantaneously, the younger Barnes, the sultry jazz singer and flawless entertainer who, moments ago, beguiled and dazzled a room full of strangers, is now simply a mother’s daughter and a young girl within dream’s reach. Catch Robin Barnes and The Skylarks on Saturday nights at the Windsor Court Hotel. robinbarnesmusic.com

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51aKnVq2T6L._SX326_BO1,204,203,200_Katrina: After the Flood: Explore the 10-year odyssey to bring New Orleans back and the people who made it happen.

There is no one way to tell a story. Stories, like affairs of the heart, are always dependent on the eyes of the beholder. In the last decade, few tales equal that of Hurricane Katrina in proportion or the amount of media devoted to it, yet non-fiction writer Gary Rivlin has woven a narrative so fresh in perspective and focus, his new book reminds us of how many personal accounts of this monumental event still beg to be told.

Katrina: After the Flood ($27, Simon & Schuster) takes the reader on a journey of 10 years after the hurricane through the lives of several New Orleans residents who, like the rest of us who lived it, would forever divide their own life stories by what came before this storm and what came after it. Rivlin, a former journalist for The New York Times, was sent to New Orleans on assignment just days after Katrina ripped through the area.

His official assignment was to meet with Alden McDonald, president and CEO of Liberty Bank. McDonald was a founding member of the bank, and Liberty Bank, for the time being, was Katrina in microcosm. It was soon evident that Liberty Bank’s story was inextricably linked to the near total chaos that reigned over New Orleans during those first few weeks and months after Hurricane Katrina.

Rivlin’s journalistic curiosity was piqued: How does a city rebuild materially, and, more importantly, how does a city like New Orleans rebound psychologically or even spiritually from such a cataclysm? Though his original assignment was to report on the rebuilding effort of one specific business, Rivlin realized almost immediately that business rejuvenation was just part of the equation.

Providence had placed Rivlin in a unique position. He was now front and center to bear witness to a large, historic metropolis brought to its knees by nothing more capricious than a severe weather event. Throughout Katrina: After the Flood, it’s clear that Rivlin was fully aware of what he was witnessing, its historical significance and his peculiar circumstances. Though Mother Nature was the catalyst, this was clearly an event borne of history, politics, race and human folly. It was also, as Rivlin’s book makes clear, an event that inspired courage, resilience and a multitude of individual acts of extraordinary heroism. garyrivlin.com

***

vanishingThe Vanishing Ground: Melinda Rose captures the indomitable spirit of the people of Isle de Jean Charles.

The Isle de Jean Charles, the historic home of a tribe of Chitimacha and Biloxi Choctaw, is disappearing … literally. The ground is being reclaimed by the waters surrounding it, but not through the natural give and take of Mother Nature. This is a man-made problem — one that plagues the entire Louisiana coastline, through years of misuse and waste.

When Melinda Rose first heard of the plight of the Native American community on Isle de Jean Charles, it became an obligation to document this remote place, its rustic charm and semi-isolated community. “At one time, in recent history, Isle de Jean Charles was six miles long and four miles wide,” Rose says. “Today, it’s one mile long and a quarter mile wide. The island is quickly vanishing, but, for now, the 24 remaining families and their 22 children continue to live out their lives each and every day. This fall, with the help of a few non-profit agencies and the proceeds from a book, I will be implementing a gardening project for the island children. We will be building raised beds and planting trees.”

Rose’s affection for the islanders permeates her images — black and white images that compel our vision through two dimensional space — into the world of these subjects. As a former Montessori teacher, she insists that it’s children who “instinctively know how to celebrate the temporary.” It’s an idea that is poignantly summed up in a photograph of a young girl who is gleefully staring into the camera, standing on a pier above the dark, oil-slicked water, behind her an expanse of flat, treeless marsh. Rose draws us in, into this young child’s uncertain world, and we wonder what will become of her, but the answer is there all along. This child has already learned the biggest lesson: First one must endure, but, we can, if we choose, smile through it all. melindarose.com