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The Opal Foxx Quartet: 1991, Avondale Town Cinema Atlanta GA,

I’m guessing as to the year, but I may have been at this show. I arrived with Miss Laurel, the tap dancer from South Carolina.

Benjamin Smoke, aka Opal Foxx, was a Cabbagetown institution.  People who enjoy Tom Waits might like his singing, but the timbre is more Southern and the environment more collaborative.

About ten years ago a documentary was made about Benjamin Smoke. It’s not, unfortunately, available on Netflix, but here is the trailer.

There are a two cds available and lots of youtube footage.   No major label records.  I have to confess, I didn’t appreciate what I was being shown.   I expected it to be more difficult to run up on genius than I found it in Underground Atlanta.  The scene still exists, but lacking a free radical that could pull disparate parts together.


Community Sponsored Farming Outside Knoxville

From the journal n+1:
The farm sits on a hill an hour northeast of Knoxville. It encompasses sixty acres, but only one and a half are devoted to garden produce—beans, kale, corn, squash, carrots, onions, garlic, basil, et cetera. Another six are pasture for the two cows, three pigs, six sheep, and fifty or so chickens. The rest is woods. The farm is owned by a couple in their mid-thirties who live there with their 4-year-old son and a beagle named Barney. They sell most of their produce through a CSA, and the rest at a weekly farmer’s market, along with meat, eggs, and baked goods. At the moment I’m the only intern.

CSA stands for Community Sponsored Agriculture. For a lump sum, members of a CSA buy a subscription to the farmer’s harvest season. Once a week, each member gets a portion of what the farm produces: a typical share might include three pounds of potatoes, a bunch of carrots, an eggplant, two heads of garlic, and so on, depending on what’s been picked that week. The farmers get payment up front, and don’t have to spend all their time pushing vegetables at markets; the members, barring catastrophe, get a reliable source of fresh, local produce. In the case of my farm, members sign up for a 25-week season, and can buy either a $700 “full share,” meant to feed a family of four, or a $500 “half share,” for an adult couple.

Read the rest of this article by Anver Davis…


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