For over thirty years he’s been taking me places no one else does.
Henry Threadgill’s Zooid, live, New York, 2013
It’s not just notes on a page. Threadgill really reaches out and grabs you by the lapels. Someone else described it to me as ‘every time Threadgill enters, it’s like the curtains just parted.’ He has this way of cutting right through the texture of the music.
—pianist Vijay Iyer
reading table: passings
Between my fingers and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
—Seamus Heaney (April 13, 1939-August 30, 2013), “Digging” (excerpt)