Posts from the ‘The Groove’ Category

Music Update from Haley Grey (New Band: Grey Heron)

Since starting school at Hampshire College in Massachusetts, Haley has studied history and philosophy while continuing to pursue music. After meeting fellow classmate, Hunter Johns in a jazz improvisation class, the two began writing songs together. As the songs developed, the project blossomed into the 5 piece indie jazz band, ‘Grey Heron:’

Haley Grey, Vocals
Hunter Johns, Guitar
Ben Levinsohn, Drums
Nina Hill, Trombone
Ailey Verdelle, Keys
Eli Pagnani,

After performing for several months on Hampshire’s campus plus Brooklyn and NYC, Grey Heron recorded an EP album made up of songs written by Haley Grey and Hunter Johns. They are on the brink of releasing their debut album and are out with their first single: “Home is an Airplane” available now on Bandcamp and soon on Soundcloud and Spotify.

#3 From the Archives: President Obama in the House!

We’re approach the 2018 Mid-term Elections on Nov 6. I hope you are voting for Democrats locally and nationally so we can TAKE BACK CONGRESS. I’ve been wearing my Obama t-shirt along with my Anna Pletcher for Marin District Attorney button. Many people say, “That’s refreshing to see. I sure do miss him.” to which I answer, the way he would: “Don’t cry: VOTE!”

This post takes us back to Obama campaigning for his second term. I went to see him in San Francisco. While standing in line for hours, I met a fired-up woman named Tura Franzen who has remained my friend and devoted Follower (Hey-hey Tura!) Check out the video I produced—at the end of the post

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The POTUS edits himself

Writers: wherever you are working away in your little secluded corner of the world, searching for just the right word, draft after draft, seeing President Obama’s Inaugural Address revisions will make you feel better. And remind us that it’s all about process. This photo was taken by White House photographer, Pete Souza: Read more…

April is National Poetry Month ~ and so ~ A Poem

Brownland Browsing

by Anita Jones

when you sit down you make a lap   a place for something to happen   cradle your plate at the potluck where they didn’t think enough to set up tables   rock a baby to sleep   bounce a toddler on your knee   pat out the rhythm for juba-this-and-juba-that

when you stand up your lap disappears but the notion is always there
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President Obama in the House!

Boy how time flies. Already a month ago today that I saw President Obama at a reception at Masonic Auditorium in San Francisco.

At the same reception last April 20th, I volunteered with my buddies, Doreen and Nancy, working the will-call table. This year, I bought a ticket…and stood in that line. Plenty of time to make new friends…and get sick and tired of shouting protestors across the street beside Grace Cathedral. They definitely needed new writers: their chants were tired, uninspired and flat out lies: Read more…

New Year ~ Good Food brings Good Luck

a.jones © 2012

In the 1960s, living out my southern childhood amongst the gray walls of 325 Hazard Drive, it was enough to know that collard greens, black-eyed peas and rice were necessary to good luck in the New Year. I didn’t know anything about “customs” or “superstitions”, but peas and rice would bring change to jingle in your pocket and the greens were for folding money. I knew that, and everybody I knew knew that. It was also important for your first visitor of the year to be someone of the opposite sex (not a blood kin). My elder cousin Jessie was known to arrange with a female friend to knock on his door, leaving nothing to chance. Jessie passed away in 2010 at the age of 91 ~ having been the oldest living descendant of my paternal grandfather, Ras Jones’ twenty-one offsprings.

On my research visits home the past 5-6 years, I never missed a chance to interview Jessie. When I started writing Peach Seed Monkey in 2005, many of Jessie’s stories and his property in Putney, Georgia were the inspiration for story. He was three years older than my dad, Silas and they grew up more like brothers than nephew/uncle. My protagonist, Fletcher Dukes, is a composite of  those two men and other male relatives of their generation— black men who came of age way before the Civil Rights Era and experienced a certain kind of America.

But back to the food ~

There’s certainly no shortage of info, lies and speculations out there about the origins of “Hoppin’ John” —as the black-eyed peas and rice are called—and I’ll leave it to you to search and seize the one that suits you. As for me, I’m happy knowing what I shared with you above. That basic knowledge (and the good eats) have sustained me since my mother, Irene and maternal Grandmama, Arlena stirred the pot of peas in the deep well of our old stove. Now there’s something to search ~ deep well! (The beauty of blogging, I haven’t thought of that word (or seen a deep well) in 50 years.)

a.jones © 2012

A Phenomenal Woman

My sister, Dr. Betty Jean Jones:

December 11, 1949 ~ January 9, 1997

When I think of Betty, I see her leading; at home, school, in the community or church, she was out front, leading. She was full of ideas and put them to good in the classroom, the theater and life~also her classroom. She was only 47 when she died in a plane crash. At that time she was working as a professor of American Theatre and Associate Dean of Rackham Graduate school  at the University of Michigan Ann Arbor. Go to our family foundation website and click on the history tab to learn more about Betty ~

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