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Month: May, 2012

Friday, 5/11/12

The parade never ends.

Rebirth Brass Band, New Orleans (Treme Sidewalk Steppers Annual Second Line Parade), 2/6/12

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A highly anticipated moment of the social aid and pleasure club parade season is when the Treme Sidewalk Steppers emerge from the African-American Museum. First, comes the call of the trumpet and then a flash of color can be spied as a member waves a feathered fan and dances out the door. One by one, the Steppers strut their stuff as they energetically file down the sidewalk with a “look-at-me” attitude. Those in the waiting crowd on Gov. Nicholls Street, peer through the iron fence that surrounds the lovely building and gardens, trying to get a better look at the spectacle. They cheer at the triumph.

The Treme Sidewalk Steppers . . . was established in 1994 by a group of friends who were enthusiastic second line followers.

“We’d always go to the parades and parade on the sidewalk and have fun,” Sidewalk Steppers president Charlie Brown explains, “so we decided we might as well come up with our own.”

Brown as well as some dozen or so originators, including New Birth Brass Band’s Tanio Hingle and Kerry “Fat Man” Hunter, all hailed from the Treme so the name of their club was a natural. “That’s our neighborhood; that’s where we’re from,” Brown proudly states. “Being the oldest Black neighborhood in America and being raised around all these different musicians and just to have the culture makes it special to us. It’s in your blood–that’s what makes it so authentic with us.

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Since most of the club’s members grew up in the Treme neighborhood, they boast deep roots in and respect for the second-line culture. The Steppers take that base and serve it up with its certain, individual style and personality.

“We try to keep it in the tradition but we have our own little swagger,” Brown says. “We try to be unique in our dress and our ways. We love the fun in dancing and showing off our little parade gear. We take pride in it. We don’t take shortcuts with our parade.”

The Sidewalk Steppers’ outfits are usually specially designed and tailored for them rather than store-bought. Creating their decorative fans is a group effort that’s accomplished under the direction of original member Corey Holmes. . . .

While some clubs keep the colors of their outfits secret, the Treme Sidewalk Steppers declare them right on the route sheet . . .

“We want the people to know,” Brown explains. “Maybe our followers would like to dress in the colors we’re wearing. We invite that. We really love the people that love us and we appreciate them all. The followers made us–they made us as good as we are or are supposed to be.”

The Treme Sidewalk Steppers also kept the second liners in mind when drawing up the parade route. The procession primarily travels on wide thoroughfares like Basin Street, Broad Street, N. Claiborne Ave. and St. Bernard Ave. that offer the crowd room to move.

“We use main streets so people can be comfortable and we try to spread out so you can enjoy us and view us well,” he explains.

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“The Sidewalk Steppers mean everything to me,” Brown says with deep sincerity. “We give thanks to all the people who came before and how they gave this history to us and showed us the way.”

Geraldine Wyckoff

Thursday, 5/10/12

two takes

“Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most” (T. Wolf & F. Landesman)

Bob Dorough, vocals & piano (Right On My Way Home, 1997)

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Betty Carter, vocals (Inside Betty Carter, 1964)

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reading table

Alcove
by John Ashbery
(Planisphere, 2009)

Is it possible that spring could be
once more approaching? We forget each time
what a mindless business it is, porous like sleep,
adrift on the horizon, refusing to take sides, “mugwump
of the final hour,” lest an agenda—horrors!—be imputed to it,
and the whole point of its being spring collapse
like a hole dug in sand. It’s breathy, though,
you have to say that for it.

And should further seasons coagulate
into years, like spilled, dried paint, why,
who’s to say we weren’t provident? We indeed
looked out for others as though they mattered, and they,
catching the spirit, came home with us, spent the night
in an alcove from which their breathing could be heard clearly.
But it’s not over yet. Terrible incidents happen
daily. That’s how we get around obstacles.

Wednesday, 5/9/12

If I knew I had a week to live (as someday I will, whether I know it or not), this is one of the things I’d want to hear.

Johann Sebastian Bach, Chaconne in D minor for solo violin (Partita for Violin No. 2 [BWV 1004]); Isaac Stern (violin), live

Another take?

Here (Nathan Milstein).

And here (Gidon Kremer).

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musical thoughts

On one stave, for a small instrument, the man writes a whole world of the deepest thoughts and most powerful feelings. If I imagined that I could have created, even conceived the piece, I am quite certain that the excess of excitement and earth-shattering experience would have driven me out of my mind.

—Johannes Brahms, in a letter to Clara Schumann (translated from German)

Tuesday, 5/8/12

passings

Michael Burks, singer, guitar player, songwriter
July 30, 1957-May 6, 2012

Here’s what I wrote when I first posted this clip (2/28/11):

When something is this lyrical, this convincing, there’s only one thing I want to do when it ends—hear it again.

“Empty Promises”
Live, Falls Church, Virginia, 8/21/09

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Michael came to Alligator Records long after I left. But a few years ago I did some legal work for him and got to know him. Soft-spoken, gentle, warm: these are the words that come to mind. He collapsed at the Atlanta airport after returning from a European tour—heart attack.

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“Fire and Water”
Live, Denmark (Frederikshavn), 2010

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“Since I’ve Been Loving You”
Live, Jacksonville Beach, Florida, 2010

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“House of the Rising Sun”
Live, Legendary Rhythm & Blues Cruise, 2008

Monday, 5/7/12

Muddy Waters with Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Ronnie Wood, et al., “Mannish Boy,” live, Chicago (Checkerboard Lounge), 1981

Keith and Ronnie understand something many rockers don’t: the importance, in blues, of restraint. They also understand that when you’re a guest you don’t try to upstage the host. Mick, meanwhile, hasn’t got a clue.

Sunday, 5/6/12

back to church

The Canton Spirituals
Live, Memphis, 1993

“Heavenly Choir”

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“Fix It Jesus”

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Gospel groups are hard to beat when it comes to longevity. This one got started, in Canton, Mississippi, in 1943. One of the founding members, Harvey Watkins, Sr., is featured here. He passed away in 1994; his son, lead singer Harvey Watkins, Jr., carries on today.

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reading table

my child’s rice cakes
my child’s rice cakes . . .
all in a row

—Kobayashi Issa, 1813 (translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue)

Saturday, 5/5/12

Happy Birthday, Blind Willie and Tammy!

Blind Willie McTell (5/5/1898-8/19/59), “Dying Crapshooter’s Blues” (1940)

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Tammy Wynette (5/5/42-4/6/98), medley (“Apartment No. 9,” “D-I-V-O-R-C-E,” “Stand By Your Man”), TV show

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musical thoughts

Imagine what this country would be like if everything were as fine as the music.

Friday, 5/4/12

three takes

“Dream Baby Dream” (A. Vega [Suicide])

Neneh Cherry & The Thing, The Cherry Thing, 6/12

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Bruce Springsteen, live (encore), 2005

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Suicide (long version), 1980

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random thoughts

Who says sports are frivolous? Baseball offers a veritable Ph.D. program in life’s hardest lessons. Good fortune is fleeting. Nothing can be taken for granted—ever. No matter how smooth the sailing, the shoals of despair are never far away. Yesterday, going into the bottom of the ninth, the Cubs were beating the Reds 3-0. Exit starter Ryan Dempster; enter closer Carlos Marmol. He gives up a walk. Then another. The next batter reaches on an error. Then there’s a line drive. The next batter? He walks, too. By the time Marmol crawls back to the dugout, the bases are loaded, there are no outs, and two runs are in. If nothing else, the pain would have come and gone more swiftly if the Reds had finished things right there. But they don’t. They add just one more run, tying the game. The Cubs come to bat. Nothing. The Reds score again and, finally, it’s over. Reds 4, Cubs 3. No tale from Greek mythology could have made the point more emphatically: fate is pitiless.

Thursday, 5/3/12

Weary of words?

You’ve come to the right place.

These guys take you places words don’t go.

Von Freeman,* tenor saxophone; Clifford Jordan, tenor saxophone (first solo); Willie Pickens, piano; Dan Shapera, bass; Robert Shy, drums; “Oleo” (S. Rollins), live, Chicago (Chicago Jazz Festival), 1988

More Clifford? Here.

More Von? Here. And here. And here.

*MCOTD Hall of Fame (Charter Member).

Wednesday, 5/2/12

Nothing hits the spot, sometimes, like a homicidal love song.

The Handsome Family, “My Beautiful Bride”
Live, Australia (Sydney), 2010

More? Here.

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art beat: Monday at the Art Institute of Chicago

Utagawe Hiroshige, Autumn Moon over Tama River (from the series Eight Views of the Environs of Edo), 1837-38