Jon Stone
@jwstone.bsky.social
Writing & Rhetoric associate prof at U of Utah. Hiker of hikes, lover of cats, rocker of rocks. #teamrhetoric
All that said, my book is still free to read/listen to. Always will be. Check out Morton there on the cover and, if you’re so inclined, check out Ch 3 to learn more about him.
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Listening to the Lomax Archive
In 1933, John A. Lomax and his son Alan set out as emissaries for the Library of Congress to record the folksong of the “American Negro” in several southern African American prisons. Listening to the ...
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November 24, 2024 at 11:48 PM
All that said, my book is still free to read/listen to. Always will be. Check out Morton there on the cover and, if you’re so inclined, check out Ch 3 to learn more about him.
press.umich.edu/Books/L/List...
press.umich.edu/Books/L/List...
My future archival work is already striving to be more attentive to it.
Anyway, I was in New Orleans to talk about *current* NOLA resident Harry Shearer with Rosa Eberly, et. al. It was fun. I sang and played the uke in a presidential parody of “All of Me.”
Anyway, I was in New Orleans to talk about *current* NOLA resident Harry Shearer with Rosa Eberly, et. al. It was fun. I sang and played the uke in a presidential parody of “All of Me.”
November 24, 2024 at 11:48 PM
My future archival work is already striving to be more attentive to it.
Anyway, I was in New Orleans to talk about *current* NOLA resident Harry Shearer with Rosa Eberly, et. al. It was fun. I sang and played the uke in a presidential parody of “All of Me.”
Anyway, I was in New Orleans to talk about *current* NOLA resident Harry Shearer with Rosa Eberly, et. al. It was fun. I sang and played the uke in a presidential parody of “All of Me.”
Now that I’ve walked the streets of what once was Storyville (JRM’s main haunt), touched grass and sacred ground in Congo Square, and endured the cacophony that is Bourbon St and the French Quarter, I question that decision. There’s nothing quite like the rhythms of place and space.
November 24, 2024 at 11:48 PM
Now that I’ve walked the streets of what once was Storyville (JRM’s main haunt), touched grass and sacred ground in Congo Square, and endured the cacophony that is Bourbon St and the French Quarter, I question that decision. There’s nothing quite like the rhythms of place and space.
Because my research was on Morton’s sonic rhetoric—how he makes a musical argument for his profession as the “inventor” of jazz—I ultimately decided it wasn’t crucial to visit to the place where all that inventing went down: New Orleans.
November 24, 2024 at 11:47 PM
Because my research was on Morton’s sonic rhetoric—how he makes a musical argument for his profession as the “inventor” of jazz—I ultimately decided it wasn’t crucial to visit to the place where all that inventing went down: New Orleans.