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Month: June, 2013

Sunday, June 30th

The moment this ends I want to hear it again.

Rev. E. M. Martin and Pearline Johns, “I’m Going Home On The Morning Train,” Clarksdale, Miss. (Nelson Funeral Home), 1942



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Mortality is fatal
Gentility is fine
Rascality, heroic
Insolvency, sublime

—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), #2 (excerpt), 1852

Saturday, June 29th

White folks are cool, too.

Buddy Miller and Jim Lauderdale, live, Washington, D.C., 2013

Friday, June 28th

what’s new

Mavis Staples, “I Like The Things About Me” (R. Staples & M. Stubbs), One True Vine, 6/13



random thoughts

Language, no matter how much it’s used, never seems to get used up. Take this sentence, for instance, which opens Donald Ray Pollock’s story collection Knockemstiff: “My father showed me how to hurt a man one August night at the Torch Drive-in when I was seven years old.” Not one of these words is unusual, nor is the syntax. But this particular set of words, in this particular order, never existed before. How improbable is that?

Thursday, June 27th

The improvising pianist Cecil Taylor, a pioneering, influential and highly experimental musician and a longtime Brooklyn resident, is one of this year’s recipients of the Kyoto Prize, awarded each year by the Inamori Foundation in Japan, the foundation announced on Friday. Mr. Taylor, 84, is this year’s laureate in the category of arts and philosophy; different fields across technology, science, art and philosophy are considered on a rotating basis, and there has been a recipient in music every four years. (The last musician laureate in 2009 was the conductor and composer Pierre Boulez.) The prize comes with a cash gift of 50 million yen (approximately $510,000), to be given at a ceremony in Kyoto in November. This year’s other laureates are the electronics engineer Dr. Robert H. Dennard and the evolutionary biologist Dr. Masatoshi Nei.

—Ben Ratliff, New York Times arts blog, 6/21/13

Cecil Taylor (1929-), piano

Live (with Rashid Bakr, drums; Thurman Barker, marimba, miscellaneous percussion), 1995


Live (solo), Italy (Perugia), 2009


Live (solo), Germany (Berlin), 1991 (The Tree of Life)



musical thoughts: following yesterday’s post

With live music, you’ve got to be ready when it is. Last night, after looking forward to an evening of Ethiopian dance, of saxophones and drums, at the Hideout, I just wasn’t in the mood. Instead I listened, in my living room, to something else—Bach’s Sonata No. 1 in G minor for solo violin, played by Nathan Milstein. On another night that would have seemed as foreign to me as this kinetic dance music did last night. But we can only hear with the ears we’ve got, which, like the rest of us, are ever changing, often in ways we neither anticipate nor understand.

Wednesday, June 26th


I’ll be at the Hideout, a small club on Chicago’s northwest side, seeing this Ethiopian dancer, this baritone saxophonist, and an array of other dancers and musicians.

Melaku Belay (dance), Ken Vandermark (baritone saxophone), Joe McPhee (alto saxophone), Milwaukee, 6/22/13



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wind blowing
paper fans rustling

—Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827), 1823 (translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue)

Tuesday, June 25th


Bobby “Blue” Bland, singer, January 27, 1930-June 23, 2013

“I’ll Take Care Of You,” 1959


“I Pity The Fool,” 1961


“That’s The Way Love Is,” 1963


“Call On Me,” 1962


“Ain’t Nothing You Can Do,” 1964


“Turn On Your Love Light,” 1961

Monday, June 24th

two takes

“A House Is Not A Home” (B. Bacharach & H. David)

Luther Vandross (1951-2005), live, 1988


Ronald Isley (1941-) & Burt Bacharach, TV show, 2004



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This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me –

—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), #519 (excerpt)

Sunday, June 23rd

Stevie testifies.

Stevie Wonder, “I Won’t Complain,” Luther Vandross’s funeral, New York (The Riverside Church), 2005

(Originally posted 10/11/09.)



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I hear new news every day, and those ordinary rumours of war, plagues, fires, inundations, thefts, murders, massacres, meteors, comets, spectrums, prodigies, apparitions, of towns taken, cities besieged in France, Germany, Turkey, Persia, Poland, &c., daily musters and preparations, and such like, which these tempestuous times afford, battles fought, so many men slain, monomachies, shipwrecks, piracies and sea-fights; peace, leagues, stratagems, and fresh alarms. A vast confusion of vows, wishes, actions, edicts, petitions, lawsuits, pleas, laws, proclamations, complaints, grievances are daily brought to our ears.

—Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy (1621)

Saturday, June 22nd

If I had a dollar for every guitar player I’ve ever heard who had an original sound and approach, I probably couldn’t afford dinner.

David Fiuczynski Group,* live, New York, 2010




*DF, guitar; Rudresh Mahanthappa, alto saxophone; John Medeski, keyboards; David Ginyard, bass; Skoota Warner, drums.

Friday, June 21st

old school

The Miracles (AKA, beginning in 1965, Smokey Robinson and the Miracles), live (TV shows), 1960s

“You Really Got A Hold On Me”


“Ooo Baby Baby” (AKA “Ooh Baby Baby”)



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As life proceeds, and the long journey is recognised for what it is, the look that is cast back unconsciously falsifies. That there were winters is a fact which is discarded, seemingly forgotten. And the longing for more summer, more life, intensifies as the dark days wear on, as if light and life have become interchangeable, as perhaps they are.

—Anita Brookner, Dolly

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