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The DIA made me believe..

#DoYouBelieve #DidThatHappen Do I believe in ghosts? Well, I most certainly didn’t at first. I started working at the Detroit Institute of arts one of the top art museums in the United States a little over 20 years ago, I no longer work there, but in about my fifth year, I took to working midnight shift there … so on my first night of training for night shift I remember the exact words my supervisor told me as he was showing me the patrol route ..(Don’t bother them and they won’t bother you). 🤔😳 I thought about it for a minute, but quickly dismissed what he was saying … I quickly became comfortable, and once I was done with my nightly assignments ,I would find a spot to relax which was pretty much the same area every night called the night gallery..my supervisor didn’t care as long as the patrols were done … this area had a couch and I carried with me a small amfm radio so I could listen to sports talk or whatever etc…. fast-forward about three months on my normal routine,I had just completed my patrols and got comfortable I had even taken off my shoes and dozed 🥱off a little.  suddenly I felt a heaviness on my chest, and I felt myself trying to yell out and get up which wasn’t happening, also it felt as though something was covering my mouth so I could not hear myself yell out … when I came to I ran like hell out of there and did not return anytime soon. That area was completely skipped or I got someone else to do that area for me … there were many other galleries with ancient artifacts, voodoo,spiritism , and all of the like that I still had to walk through at night, but yes until that time I had not believed….

The DIA made me believe..The DIA made me believe..The DIA made me believe..The DIA made me believe..The DIA made me believe..The DIA made me believe..
LataraSpeaksTruth

The Birth of Etta Jones, November 25, 1928

Etta Jones was born on this day in Aiken, South Carolina. She later moved to Harlem, where music was the heartbeat of the neighborhood and a young singer could grow into something special. That move shaped her sound and set the stage for the career she would build. Jones became a respected jazz and blues vocalist known for her warm tone and expressive phrasing. She had a style that felt effortless and lived in the middle ground between jazz smoothness and blues honesty. She stepped into recording in the late 1940s and built her voice through steady work, touring, and collaborations that kept her grounded in the traditions she loved. Her breakthrough came with the song Don’t Go to Strangers in 1960. The single reached a national audience and earned her a Grammy nomination. It also introduced new listeners to the depth of her talent and the kind of mature, lived in singing that set her apart. One of the most defining parts of her career was her long partnership with saxophonist Houston Person. They worked together for decades. Their chemistry created a catalog of albums that felt consistent and true to who she was as an artist. Many fans remember them as one of the strongest vocalist instrumentalist duos in modern jazz. Etta Jones continued recording and performing until the end of her life. In a moment that felt almost poetic, she passed away in 2001 on the same day her final album was released. Her legacy lives quietly but powerfully in jazz circles and in the voices of singers who followed her path. #OnThisDay #JazzHistory #EttaJones #LataraSpeaksTruth #AskNewsBreak

The Birth of Etta Jones, November 25, 1928
Donald Wilson

Can we please stop bringing crying babies to places they clearly don’t want to be??

I saw a clip of Emma Raducanu at the Cincinnati Open asking for a crying child to be taken out and people were acting like she was some sort of villain. It’s tennis. You’re supposed to be quiet. A toddler isn’t going to sit still for that long anyway, so she was honestly doing the kid a favor. I don’t understand why some parents insist on bringing babies to events where silence is part of the experience. I went to see Max Richter in Boston once. Just five musicians on stage in this beautiful old theatre. First song finishes, and then a baby starts crying. The acoustics were so perfect you could hear every little sound. And yes, that included the crying. It’s just… why? #EmmaRaducanu #TennisLife #PublicEtiquette #Sports #Tennis

Can we please stop bringing crying babies to places they clearly don’t want to be??
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new orleans: culture trip or drunken circus? 🎷🍹

I went to New Orleans dreaming of jazz echoing through cobblestone streets, the smell of gumbo in the air, and locals dancing to brass bands under the sunset. But Bourbon Street at night felt more like Las Vegas with a hangover. Tourists stumbled from bar to bar with plastic cups, yelling “Mardi Gras!” in October. Street performers fought for tips, and the jazz was drowned out by EDM blasting from neon-lit clubs. I watched a man dressed as a clown take selfies in front of a 200-year-old church — and people cheered. Locals told me, “We love visitors, but they don’t love the real New Orleans. They just love the party.” And they’re right. Somewhere between the hurricanes (the drink) and the hurricanes (the storms), the city’s soul got commercialized. Is this still cultural celebration — or cultural exhaustion? #Travel #NewOrleans

new orleans: culture trip or drunken circus? 🎷🍹