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  • hardie karges 3:07 pm on September 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , Show Low, Snowflake,   

    ABQ to Tucson: Arizona Highways, Arizona Canyons 

    Salt River Canyon

    Salt River Canyon

    West of Albuquerque doesn’t look much different from Pueblo country north and south of Albuquerque, this being Pueblo country, too, though a bit higher and dryer, without the Rio Grande’s famous little trickle southwards. First comes Laguna Pueblo, then Acoma, then Zuni, hop-skipping-and-jumping over to/from the Hopi mesas where time stands still and continuous settlement goes back to times immemorial…

    But right around Gallup is where the Navajo ‘Rez’ begins, one giant emporium for rugs, turquoise and silver, just like Flagstaff used to be, in the old days. Too bad it’s Sunday—and raining—or I’d stop and have a look around. As it is, I just keep on truckin’, ‘cross the continental divide, which once featured Navajo nude dancers, if I remember correctly, ‘cross the AZ state line, where the broad New Mexican valleys and vistas gradually broaden out into something higher and flatter, plateaus and platitudes… (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 3:50 pm on September 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      “Painterly” is a good word. I wish I could write as descriptive an account of my trip with Charla to Nashville to visit Sherri and Tom; to Brentwood and Franklin, Marty Stuart photography exhibit and lunch at Union Station, dinner at the famous Loveless Cafe, and attending the funeral of country singer/ambassador George Hamilton IV in the original Ryman, and a tour back stage afterwards. A concert by Music City Roots – Australian artists who had appeared in the Americana Festival. Then to my hometown in Kingswood, KY, touring the Rockabilly Hall of Fame in Jackson, TN (where Bobby Joe Swilley is recognized for a song which he wrote about Carl Perkins, the originator of rockabilly.)

      • hardie karges 11:10 pm on September 28, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        Actually ‘painterly’ is a literal translation of the word usually translated as ‘picturesque’ from the Spanish: ‘pintoresco’…why don’t you start a blog, Esther? It’s not that hard. Go to WordPress…

  • hardie karges 12:06 am on September 23, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Globalquerque, , Los Alamos, , Pueblos, San Felipe, , Santa Fe   

    #NewMexico: #Pueblos and #Alamos, #SantaFe and #Albuquirky 

    Rules and regs on the rez

    Rules and regs on the rez

    America has lost its center—centers—plural, every city’s central core, its coeur, abandoned in flights to the suburbs, only to hopefully return some day when some mathematical formula for redemption is hopefully satisfied. Its small towns are dead or dying, too, riddled by meth and boredom, too-simple answers to complex questions, mansions constructed on shifting sands, two-by-fours on bedrock…

    Many of them had not much reason to exist in the first place, I figure, just a wide spot in the road where two wagon trails crossed, now forgotten when the new highway skirts the central business district and shifts the center of gravity to the outer edges, with big box stores and not much else. The modern American paradigm is that every person is attached to a car at all times, no exceptions, so cities still sprawl to the hinterlands, looking for liebenschraum and a place to park that f*cking car… (More …)

  • hardie karges 9:17 pm on September 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: bluegrass, , Mamou Playboys, , Pickamania, Sarah Jarosz, , Steve Riley   

    #SilverCity #NewMexico #USA: Hippie Fix, aaahhhh…. 

    Bluegrass, Silver City style

    Bluegrass, Silver City style

    If you were a member of the 60’s-70’s counter-culture, then it never really leaves you: that camaraderie, that look in the eye, that length of the hair, that… that… hipness that defined you as a card-carrying member of a special group, raised in revolution and defined by contrariness, contrary to the mores of ‘society’, contrary to the dictates of government, and—especially—contrary to the will of Mom and Dad. Hey, you gotta’ have priorities.

    Sure, there was a certain amount of self-satisfied know-it-all smugness to the term (i.e. I’m hip; you’re not); and the politics were never as notable as the parties; and more than a little bit of the economy was based on clandestine agriculture or Mom-and-Pop trustafarianism, but still… Being a hippie was good, and fun, and had meaning, in stark contrast to the increasing materialism of modern Western societies and the increasing militarism of the US, in particular. (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 9:38 pm on September 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Love it. I have a niece by marriage living in Albuquerque.
      I have never been there.
      You are the greatest.

      • hardie karges 9:47 pm on September 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        I’ve been in Albuquerque the last two days, escaped to Santa Fe to dodge the storms. Thanx, Esther, stay tuned…

    • Esther Fabbricante 10:32 pm on September 30, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I couldn’t begin to blog, as you suggested. No one would want to read my trivial stuff. I want all my children to read your fantastic writing and unlimited vocabulary.

  • hardie karges 5:22 pm on September 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Biosphere, , Nevada, southwest US, ,   

    Las Vegas to Tucson, South by Southeast… 

    Southwest in my front yard

    Southwest in my front yard

    If you want to drive from Las Vegas to Tucson, as the crow flies, you can pretty much set your crow compass to SSE and put it on cruise control. That’s US Highway 93, soon to be usurped by the I-11 “super corridor” direct to Phoenix, if the powers-that-be have their way. I’m not sure who it would benefit, truckers mostly, I figure. Their isn’t much traffic there, as it is, mostly empty desert.

    The highway already circumvents the Hoover Dam, which was still in effect last time I crossed the lower Grand Canyon at its ‘west’ rim. I don’t even know if they’ll let you do that now, what with the threat of terrorism and all. Environmental activists ‘Earth First’ played a hoax way back when, pretended to crack the dam, black streaks on white concrete, made a great photo op, but they seem like picnickers now, what with ‘real’ terrorists all over the news, Insh’allah, people willing to slit throats for cheap Facebook ‘likes’, and claiming women as ‘spoils of war’. They’re so spoiled, got oil money flowing through the veins of false religion, playing with souls like so many footballs. (More …)

    • Kc 1:51 pm on September 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Pics. of desert so lovely. Enjoy for us all. Does anybody hitchhike anymore?

    • hardie karges 8:27 pm on September 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Hitch-hike in the US? No, not much, too dangerous, I reckon…

    • Esther Fabbricante 7:51 pm on October 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Beautiful countryside. Visited Phoenix and Scottsdale and area twice some time ago!
      Loved it.

      • hardie karges 9:15 pm on October 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        For me the desert was an acquired taste, but now it feels like home. I still prefer high desert, though…

  • hardie karges 12:36 am on September 10, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , Las Vegas, Southwest   

    Road Trip! First Stop, Las Vegas… 

    Las Vegas downtown

    Las Vegas downtown

    Road trip! The term resonates within the hearts and minds of men—Americans, at least—with the force of thunder punctuating desert rain. There will be lots of that on this trip—desert, that is—my adopted home as an American on home soil, free and unencumbered, in my mind, at least, of all the baggage that comes from places back East and down South, the debris of civilization that falls through the cracks of consciousness and gets stuck there, unwashed and unabated, left to rot or die trying, evidence of its existence nothing more than a messy stain on fresh sheets, a funny smell emanating from far corners… (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 1:07 am on September 10, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Easy reading – “until death do ‘we’ part?” Beautifully written. Never a dull or boring moment.

      • hardie karges 1:17 am on September 10, 2014 Permalink | Reply

        At the end I was riffing on song lyrics and the inability to express certain emotions, easier to lapse into cascading cliches, let someone else say it for me, hahaha… thanx, Esther…

  • hardie karges 2:58 pm on September 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Carmen Rizzo, DhakaBrakha, , , Marisoul, Yuna   

    One More (Sweetest) Thing: Encore in LA w/ La Santa Cecilia 

    La Santa live in LA

    La Santa live in LA

    I’m back. Yeah, I know I said my good-byes already, but I’ve had an epiphany, okay? Epiphanies are good. We call them ‘piffs’ in the trade of desires and obliquities. This one is called La Santa Cecilia. Now I don’t know who the group is named after, and I’m too lazy to Google it, since it really doesn’t matter—probably the patron saint to somebody’s hometown in Mexico or beloved Aunt Cecily or something. It really doesn’t matter. Whoever she is: she’s cool.

    La Santa Cecilia

    La Santa Cecilia

    Now it’s no big secret that I’m not LA’s biggest civic booster, considering its constant need for approval as a major world city to be definitive proof of the very opposite. But it HAS gotten better over the last 20-30 years—much better—a revived downtown sufficient evidence of that, and the fact that I’ve survived most of the last five years (t)here without a car as the definitive proof. But still, in comparison to New York? Yeah, right…

    Until now LA has been a paragon of the contradictions that define modern America: wealth and poverty, privileged and needy, American and Mexican, entrenched power and massive immigration. And that’s generally reflected in the entertainment, too. Latinos have their gigs and ‘real Americans’ have theirs. LA arts-clique-approved Latino groups like Nortec Collective from TJ and that Bosstich/Fussible act they do don’t really resonate with la raza, and homeboy success stories Los Lobos and Ozomatli only do marginally better. (More …)

    • Esther Fabbricante 3:07 pm on September 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I can’t even pronounce the names of the gigs – you are profound.

    • hardie karges 3:21 pm on September 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Thanx, Esther, always good to hear from you…

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