Comments on: NINA SIMONE / “Porgy And Bess Medley” http://www.kalamu.com/bol/2005/10/29/nina-simone-%e2%80%9cporgy-and-bess-medley%e2%80%9d/ a conversation about black music Thu, 04 Dec 2008 00:30:53 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=1.5 by: Berry http://www.kalamu.com/bol/2005/10/29/nina-simone-%e2%80%9cporgy-and-bess-medley%e2%80%9d/#comment-273 Sun, 30 Oct 2005 17:27:16 -0600 http://www.kalamu.com/bol/2005/10/29/nina-simone-%e2%80%9cporgy-and-bess-medley%e2%80%9d/#comment-273 I haven't heard this version (track 2) and I like it. I like it a lot! I haven’t heard this version (track 2) and I like it. I like it a lot!

]]> by: fermenta http://www.kalamu.com/bol/2005/10/29/nina-simone-%e2%80%9cporgy-and-bess-medley%e2%80%9d/#comment-281 Mon, 31 Oct 2005 12:56:06 -0600 http://www.kalamu.com/bol/2005/10/29/nina-simone-%e2%80%9cporgy-and-bess-medley%e2%80%9d/#comment-281 yep, we know! thank you :) yep, we know!

thank you :)

]]> by: Nadir http://www.kalamu.com/bol/2005/10/29/nina-simone-%e2%80%9cporgy-and-bess-medley%e2%80%9d/#comment-282 Mon, 31 Oct 2005 18:20:28 -0600 http://www.kalamu.com/bol/2005/10/29/nina-simone-%e2%80%9cporgy-and-bess-medley%e2%80%9d/#comment-282 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 16px; ">Every other sunday morning, after waking up my neighboring christians with the &ldquo;hoopin&rsquo; &amp; hollerin'&quot; of my lawnmower, Nina&rsquo;s &ldquo;porgy&rdquo; would greet me at the door.</span><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 16px; ">On those &ldquo;i&rsquo;m goin&rsquo; to get me some 3lbs of crawfish, or an oyster po&rsquo; boy from the store up the street&rdquo; days, Nina&rsquo;s porgy would greet me at the door.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 16px; ">I remember Amiri Baraka tellin&rsquo; a story on Brainard St., to a room full of hopeful writers, about he and his wife (Amina) watching Nina from the top of a staircase, in some foreign country, play sweet notes on an out of tune piano the morning after cussin&rsquo; out every staff who happened to work there the night before.</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 16px; ">i miss nina<br />i miss new orleans</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 16px; ">you guys are killin&rsquo; me SOFTly&hellip;</span></p> Every other sunday morning, after waking up my neighboring christians with the “hoopin’ & hollerin’" of my lawnmower, Nina’s “porgy” would greet me at the door.

On those “i’m goin’ to get me some 3lbs of crawfish, or an oyster po’ boy from the store up the street” days, Nina’s porgy would greet me at the door.

I remember Amiri Baraka tellin’ a story on Brainard St., to a room full of hopeful writers, about he and his wife (Amina) watching Nina from the top of a staircase, in some foreign country, play sweet notes on an out of tune piano the morning after cussin’ out every staff who happened to work there the night before.

i miss nina
i miss new orleans

you guys are killin’ me SOFTly…

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