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Category: Argentina

Friday, October 5th

what’s new

Many do a lot with a lot, few so much with so little.

Juana Molina, “Sin Dones,” live, Barcelona, 9/14/18


Wednesday, September 12th

sounds of Argentina

Juana Molina, “Cosoco,” New York, 2017




random sights

yesterday, Chicago (Columbus Park)

Tuesday, February 13th

what’s new

Juana Molina, “Sin Dones,” live, Netherlands (Utrecht), 1/17/18 (published; recorded 11/17)


Thursday, August 13th

sounds of Argentina

Astor Piazzolla (1921-1992), live,* Montreal (Montreal Jazz Festival), 1984



random thoughts

With the way the Cubs are playing, taking twelve of their last thirteen, what could be more beautiful than baseball?


Here’s something from last night’s game—first baseman Anthony Rizzo.

After conferring, the umpires reversed the call, ruling this an out.


*AP, bandoneon, compositions; Pablo Ziegler, piano; Fernando Suarez Paz, violin; Oscar Lopez Ruiz, guitar; Hector Console, bass.

Set list:
2.Muerte Del Angel
3.Resurreccion Del Angel
4.Tristeza De Un Doble A
5.Adios Nonino
6.Chin Chin
7.Otono Porteno (from The Four Seasons of Buenos Aires)

Tuesday, August 11th

sounds of Argentina

Chango Spasiuk, live, 2009



musical thoughts

What would it be like to live in a world with just one kind of music?

Saturday, July 11th

sounds of Argentina

Juana Molina, live (studio performance), Seattle, 2014



reading table: two takes

The Map
by Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979)

Land lies in water; it is shadowed green.
Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges
showing the line of long sea-weeded ledges
where weeds hang to the simple blue from green.
Or does the land lean down to lift the sea from under,
drawing it unperturbed around itself?
Along the fine tan sandy shelf
is the land tugging at the sea from under?

The shadow of Newfoundland lies flat and still.
Labrador’s yellow, where the moony Eskimo
has oiled it. We can stroke these lovely bays,
under a glass as if they were expected to blossom,
or as if to provide a clean cage for invisible fish.
The names of seashore towns run out to sea,
the names of cities cross the neighboring mountains
—the printer here experiencing the same excitement
as when emotion too far exceeds its cause.
These peninsulas take the water between thumb and finger
like women feeling for the smoothness of yard-goods.

Mapped waters are more quiet than the land is,
lending the land their waves’ own conformation:
and Norway’s hare runs south in agitation,
profiles investigate the sea, where land is.
Are they assigned, or can the countries pick their colors?
—What suits the character or the native waters best.
Topography displays no favorites; North’s as near as West.
More delicate than the historians’ are the map-makers’ colors.


by Wislawa Szymborska (1923-2012, MCOTD Hall of Fame; translated from Polish by Clare Cavanagh)

Flat as the table
it’s placed on.
Nothing moves beneath it
and it seeks no outlet.
Above—my human breath
creates no stirring air
and leaves its total surface

Its plains, valleys are always green,
uplands, mountains are yellow and brown,
while seas, oceans remain a kindly blue
beside the tattered shores.

Everything here is small, near, accessible.
I can press volcanoes with my fingertip,
stroke the poles without thick mittens,
I can with a single glance
encompass every desert
with the river lying just beside it.

A few trees stand for ancient forests,
you couldn’t lose your way among them.

In the east and west,
above and below the equator—
quiet like pins dropping,
and in every black pinprick
people keep on living.
Mass graves and sudden ruins
are out of the picture.

Nations’ borders are barely visible
as if they wavered—to be or not.

I like maps, because they lie.
Because they give no access to the vicious truth.
Because great-heartedly, good-naturedly
they spread before me a world
not of this world.

Wednesday, October 15th

sounds of Argentina

Juana Molina, live, Paris, 2013*



musical thoughts

Tempo, rhythm, improvisation—baseball, too, is music.

Mike Moustakas (third base), Kansas City Royals, 10/14/14

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*Set list (courtesy of YouTube):

– Wed 21 00:50
– Eras 04:06
– Lo decidi yo 10:11
– Ay, no se ofendan 14:41
– Un dia 21:20
– Las edades 29:03
– Sin guia, no 34:59
– Final feliz 41:15

Friday, March 7th

two takes

Weary of winter? Here in Chicago we’ve had six feet of snow. How about a little trip south, way south, to Argentina?

Juana Molina, “Un Dia”

Live (TV show), c. 2010


Recording, 2008



found words

This just in from Spotify:

Now trending near you. Bob Dylan.

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