Many apologies for failing to blog about Nietzsche and American funerals last night. When I got back from Baton Rouge, my friend Ken and I sat out on the front porch drinking and listening to some amazing music he brought up: the work of Bobby Lounge, a superlative Southern Gothic blues piano player from McComb, Miss. Listen to his “I Remember The Night Your Trailer Burned Down,” and marvel. Ken says he is a recluse, but when he plays Jazzfest in New Orleans, he is rolled out in a fake iron lung, climbs out, and plays. Bobby Lounge website here.

We must all change our lives to incorporate more Bobby Lounge into them. The man plainly has achieved a balance between theology and geometry that few mortals can hope to. I am telling you that because I love you.

UPDATE: NPR did a piece on him in 2006.