Monday, August 11th
yesterday
I heard this guy at Chicago’s Jazz Showcase.
Charles McPherson (alto saxophone) with son Chuck McPherson (drums), live, La Jolla, California, 1997
yesterday
I heard this guy at Chicago’s Jazz Showcase.
Charles McPherson (alto saxophone) with son Chuck McPherson (drums), live, La Jolla, California, 1997
testify!
Sonz of God, “Show Me the Way,” live, Memphis, 2014
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lagniappe
reading table
The bigness of the world is redemption. Despair compresses you into a small space, and a depression is literally a hollow in the ground. To dig deeper into the self, to go underground, is sometimes necessary, but so is the other route of getting out of yourself, into the larger world, into the openness in which you need not clutch your story and your troubles so tightly to your chest.
—Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby
summer in the city
Outkast, live, Chicago (Lollapalooza), 8/2/14
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lagniappe
found words
These rules will be strictly enforced. Please ensure your adherence and remain within these guidelines so as to avoid any misunderstanding or an uncomfortable situation.
—FCI Coleman Low (federal prison), visitors’ waiting room, sign
sounds of Chicago
Fred Anderson Trio (FA, tenor saxophone; Tatsu Aoki, bass; Hamid Drake, drums), live, Netherlands (North Sea Jazz Festival), 2000
summer in the city
Chance The Rapper (1993-), “Wonderful Everyday: Arthur,” live, Chicago (Lollapalooza), 8/3/14
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Another take (recording with Wyclef Jean, Jessie Ware, et al., 2014)
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lagniappe
reading table
the only hope is to be the daylight
—W. S. Merwin, “Living with the News,” last line (New Yorker, 7/28/14)
What would it be like to live in a world without music?
back to church
“Wade in the Water,” St. James Missionary Baptist Church, Canton, Miss., 1978
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lagniappe
reading table
Serenity
by Nina Cassian (1924-2014)There’ll be a time, serene, a time for hymns.
I’ll underline the air with just one gesture,
and I will utter stainless words.I will say “sky” and “brook” and I’ll say “sun”
and “tear” and “music” and “immunity.”
There’ll be a time, a time when memory
of massacres won’t reach me anymore,
turning instead into a distant breeze of poetry
as sometimes blood itself exhales.From all that once had been promiscuous,
only the sacred will remain, and I will praise
the contrasts, reconciled, forgiven and forgiving.
So I’ll say “sky” and “sun” and “music”
and sky will be, and sun will be, and music
will be around me and around the world.
I’ll let the vowels all regain their halo.And it will come, that bright, sonorous time,
a time solemn and pure, a time for hymns,
and it will come, that time. Indeed, it will!
summer in the city
Chvrches, live, Chicago (Lollapalooza), 8/1/14