Here’s more of the only drummer-composer-trombonist-pianist-professor-MacArthur-“genius”-grant-recipient I know.
Tyshawn Sorey (drums) and Vijay Iyer (piano), live (studio), New York, 2017
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random sights
yesterday, Oak Park, Ill.
timeless
Cab Calloway and the Nicholas Brothers, “Jumpin’ Jive” (Stormy Weather, 1943)
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art beat
other day, National Museum of Mexican Art, Chicago
Altar for Raquel M. Ontiveros by Victoria Tapia, Monica Cisneros, and Estella Cruz (Día de Muertos: A Spiritual Legacy, through December 9th)
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More sounds of Europe.
Enno Poppe (1969-), Fleisch (2017); Ensemble Nikel, live, Austria (Bludenz), 2017
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random sights
yesterday, Oak Park, Ill.
sounds of Amsterdam
Suffering from TMP (too much politics)?
Try this.
Instant Composers Pool Orchestra (ICP), live, Netherlands (Haarlem), 2018
spellbinding
Tyshawn Sorey Trio (TS, compositions, drums [2017 MacArthur Fellow]), Cory Smythe (piano), Chris Tordini (bass), live, New York, 2015
This I could listen to—I could lose myself in—for a long, long time.
They’re playing Thursday night at the University of Chicago.
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random sights
last night, Oak Park, Ill.
what’s new
Hot 8 Brass Band, “Love Will Tear Us Apart, 10/24/18
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Here’s the original (remastered).
Joy Division, 1980, 2010
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random sights
this morning, Oak Park, Ill.
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reading table
Deep autumn—
my neighbor,
how does he live, I wonder?—Matsuo Basho (1644-1694), translated from Japanese by Robert Hass
two takes
“When the Gates Swing Open” (T. A. Dorsey)
Otis Clay (1942-2016), live, Chicago, c. 2007
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Al Green (1946-), live, Memphis, 1983
basement jukebox
“The Only Way Is Up” (G. Jackson, J. Henderson)
Otis Clay (1942-2016), 1980
A few years after Otis Clay recorded this song for his small Chicago label, another version was released in England, where it topped the charts for several weeks.
Yazz (1960-), 1988
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reading table
It is Spring in the mountains.
I come alone seeking you.
The sound of chopping wood echoes
Between the silent peaks.
The streams are still icy.
There is snow on the trail.
At sunset I reach your grove
In the stony mountain pass.
You want nothing, although at night
You can see the aura of gold
And silver ore all around you.
You have learned to be gentle
As the mountain deer you have tamed.
The way back forgotten, hidden
Away, I become like you,
An empty boat, floating, adrift.—Tu Fu (aka Du Fu, 712-729), “Written on the Wall of Chang’s Hermitage” (translated from Chinese by Kenneth Rexroth)
more
Jeff Rosenstock, live, Chicago, 2017
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