Archive for the ‘Sweet Tooth – Issue #10’ Category

Radio Gaga

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010

Baton Rougeans have long elevated self-loathing to the level of sport. We tend to focus on our shortcomings. Invariably, conversations turn to the lack of arts funding, failing schools, rejection of smart growth principles, the brain drain, and, most recently, the failure of our metro council to even consider One Baton Rouge. To illustrate the point Sweet Tooth’s first shot across our collective bow was a small black and white postcard reading “The Baton Rouge art scene sucks….or does it?” Trouble is most of us stop reading after the first bit because the second part puts a burden on us. It may not always be easy to find but there is another Baton Rouge out there: unexpected, original and exceptional. (more…)

Strolling into yesterday, the young of today move at a different pace

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010

James a young man of twenty one approaches life at his own pace as we each do; Larry a young man of twenty years old explains that he doesn’t worry about or concern himself with other people’s approach to life; “I just do me: let the other be:” those are Larry’s words and I love that phrase. I’ve relocated from Chicago to Baton Rouge and I’m trying to develop my pace to the race of life in this town. (more…)

The Need to Weave at LASM

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010

My three children came with me for a little end-of-summer cultural adventure so I had to go through the pre-museum drill, which included “no touching or even getting too close to the art” repeated several times till their eyes were rolling at me. They have heard this before. So we ventured into the exhibition from upstairs after seeing the mummy, we examined closely many pieces and chatted with the docent. My boys even had their hands in their pockets, wow, I thought: good job. So we headed down stairs to see the rest of the exhibition and I heard, “Please don’t touch the art!” from above. I whirled around to see a child, not mine, running away from a piece but my adrenalin had already shot up. Then I felt rushed to get us out of there. In the little time I was there, I heard this exclamation many times so the atmosphere felt a little oppressive. I had recently been to the New Orleans Museum of Art without any similar incidents. But even with that, this exhibition is worth seeing. I’ll even go back when school starts so I can really take my time on the details. The variety of work is incredible so I chose two pieces that spoke to me. (more…)

Festivals

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010

I arrive in Providence at midnight with nothing but the clothes I’ve been wearing since 7 am that morning, a blanket stuffed inside a cooler and my tickets to the Newport Folk Festival. Not that I intended to be such an austere musical pilgrim, it is just during the course of the day my suitcase somehow managed to convince an attendant it needed to head to Charlotte instead and cruise the baggage carousel there in until the wee hours of the morning. At the end of this very long day, I was already beginning to wonder if I was in the right place. (more…)