basement jukebox
Magic Sam, “All Your Love” (S. Maghett), 1957
mesmerizing
John Luther Adams (1953-), The Farthest Place (2001), Andrew Ferdig (marimba), Kevin Keith (vibraphone), Danica Smith (violin), Andy Sproule (bass), James Wehe (piano), live, Denver, 2017
In case you need a reminder.
“Mean Old World,” Marion Williams and the Stars of Faith, live, Netherlands (Utrecht), 1962
desert island disc
Miles Davis, In a Silent Way (MD, trumpet; Wayne Shorter, soprano saxophone; John McLaughlin, guitar; Chick Corea, Herbie Hancock, Joe Zawinul, keyboards; Dave Holland, bass; Tony Williams, drums), 1969*
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lagniappe
random sights
yesterday, Oak Park, Ill.
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*Side A: “Shhh”/”Peaceful”/”Shhh” (M. Davis); Side B: “In a Silent Way” (J. Zawinul)/”It’s About That Time” (M. Davis)/”In a Silent Way” (J. Zawinul).
passings
Henry Butler, pianist, singer, September 21, 1948-July 2, 2018
With Steven Bernstein & the Hot 9, “Some Iko,” live, Chicago, 2015
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lagniappe
art beat
Lee Friedlander (1934-), New Orleans
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Young Tuxedo Brass Band, 1959
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Second Liners at Mardi Gras, 1957
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Second Liners, 1961
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Young Tuxedo Bass Band, 1966
violin festival
day three
Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750), Chaconne (Partita No. 2 in D Minor); Ivry Gitlis (violin), live, Tokyo, 1990
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lagniappe
reading table
Try to Praise the Mutilated World
by Adam Zagajewski (1945-)
(translated from Polish by Clare Cavanagh)Try to praise the mutilated world.
Remember June’s long days,
and wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine.
The nettles that methodically overgrow
the abandoned homesteads of exiles.
You must praise the mutilated world.
You watched the stylish yachts and ships;
one of them had a long trip ahead of it,
while salty oblivion awaited others.
You’ve seen the refugees going nowhere,
you’ve heard the executioners sing joyfully.
You should praise the mutilated world.
Remember the moments when we were together
in a white room and the curtain fluttered.
Return in thought to the concert where music flared.
You gathered acorns in the park in autumn
and leaves eddied over the earth’s scars.
Praise the mutilated world
and the gray feather a thrush lost,
and the gentle light that strays and vanishes
and returns.