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Ten years in New Orleans

2002 vs. 2012

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Back in 2002, when Matt and I were falling in love in New Orleans, we took a bunch of candid snapshots.

This year, we went back to where some of those snapshots were taken (including the hostel where we originally stayed, which we were delighted to discover has been kept exactly the same:

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We're about to hit Dallas, so I have to keep this brief, but in a follow up to our previous blog entry, we did end up dropping in on Tulane and the American Routes studio, though I had no idea what I would say to anyone there really, other than I LOVE YOUR SHOW, so we just took a picture, which is probably even creepier:

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We finished New Orleans with a drive to Bullets Bar to see Kermit Ruffins play. We haven't seen Treme yet (hurry up and get on Netflix, dammit!), but we discovered Kermit through, you guessed it, American Routes, and luckily enough, we were in New Orleans on a Tuesday night ...

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Posted by mormolyke 10:53 Archived in USA Tagged new_orleans american_routes tulane kermit_ruffins tenyears Comments (1)

What to play and how to play it

American Routes on American routes

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When we're not roadtropping across America, Matt works as a web programmer, and I'm a Benjamin Franklin fellow finishing up a Ph.D. in music composition at the University of Pennsylvania. I've blogged about this before: one of the dirty little secrets of being a music Ph.D. is that after a few years of studying music fulltime, most of us find ourselves listening to less and less music outside of school. I got to a point where I couldn't stand listening to music in the background anymore while I worked, did chores, ate, or drove. It's hard to say exactly why this is the case, but it's something to do with losing the ability to turn off the part of the brain that analyzes each piece, and at times being so saturated with music that listening to it feels too much like work. There's also something grating about listening to music when there's a part of your brain that is trying to compose; it's as though a voice in your head is yelling, "Shut up! I'm trying to do complicated math, and listening to these numbers is making me lose count."

The one consistent exception that I didn't mention in the blog entry I linked above is that I love listening to American Routes, a public radio show that is ostensibly about jazz, blues, and roots music, but occasionally branches out into other eclectic genres of American music. It's hosted by Nick Spitzer, who, as I just discovered from the linked bio page, is a Penn alum who used to run WXPN. Although we have Sirius satellite radio, we've listened to more American Routes than anything else while on the road; they have a terrific archive of past shows that you can stream from their website. Matt's iPhone handles the streaming, and it's plugged into the aux input of our car stereo (although it's apparently playing havoc with his "unlimited" AT&T data plan. "Unlimited." Pffft.). It's the perfect Great American Roadtrop Adventure soundtrack. Sometimes I get out my mandolin and jam along for hours while Matt's in the driver's seat.

I was interviewed by a fellow grad student at Penn a few weeks ago for a paper she was writing about the way composers listen to music (she's also a composer and has also experienced the phenomenon I describe). I mentioned the fact that I listen to American Routes, and we were trying to dissect why I can do that. After a couple of moments batting around theories, I suddenly came up with: "It's music without the bullshit." I'm not sure I can define what that means more clearly, but saying it out loud, I realized it felt absolutely right. It's music without the bullshit, and I can listen to it without my brain even trying to find the bullshit. Happiness.

Right now, I'm sitting in Basin Street Station, and since we've listened to so much Amerian Routes, we're trying to figure out if it would be creepy/weird to go to Tulane University and try to find the American Routes office so we can leave a donation and gush at them a bit. Is that weird? It's probably weird.

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Posted by mormolyke 13:43 Archived in USA Tagged music new_orleans american_routes basin_street Comments (2)

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