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Category: Chicago

Saturday, 11/19/11

old stuff

Bertha “Chippie” Hill (with Louis Armstrong, cornet), “Trouble In Mind”
Rec. 2/23/1926, Chicago

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random thoughts

Growing up in the 1960s, the 1920s seemed as far away as the other side of the moon. No more—time changes your perspective on time. The distance between, say, 1926 and 1966 is smaller than that between 1966 and today.
The 1920s? They’re just down the block and around the corner.

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reading table

1926

The porchlight coming on again,
Early November, the dead leaves
Raked in piles, the wicker swing
Creaking. Across the lots
A phonograph is playing Ja-Da.

An orange moon. I see the lives
Of neighbors, mapped and marred
Like all the wars ahead, and R.
Insane, B. with his throat cut,
Fifteen years from now, in Omaha.

I did not know them then.
My airedale scratches at the door.
And I am back from seeing Milton Sills
And Doris Kenyon. Twelve years old.
The porchlight coming on again.

—Weldon Kees (1914-1955)

Tuesday, 11/15/11

Often feel muddled?

Me, too.

That’s why I turn to Webern and Mondrian.

What they offer, more than anything, is clarity.

Anton Webern, Variations for Piano, Op. 27 (1936)
Glenn Gould, piano, live

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Piet Mondrian, Composition (No. 1) Gray-Red (1935)
Art Institute of Chicago

Saturday, 11/12/11

Labels are often worse than useless. This guy, for instance, is often tagged as “cerebral.” But here’s something you can’t—I can’t, anyway—listen to without smiling.

Anthony Braxton, Composition No. 58
Taylor Ho Bynum Chicago Big Band,* live, 2009, Chicago

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Here’s another take—Braxton’s original recording (The Complete Arista Recordings of Anthony Braxton [Mosaic], rec. 1976).

More? Here.

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reading table

To obtain the value
of a sound, a movement,
measure from zero.

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A sound has no legs to stand on.

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The world is teeming: anything can
happen.

—John Cage, “2 Pages, 122 Words on Music and Dance” (excerpts)

*Taylor Ho Bynum & Josh Berman (cor), Jaimie Branch (tpt), Jeb Bishop & Nick Broste (tb), Nicole Mitchell (fl), Caroline Davis, Keefe Jackson & Dave Rempis (saxes), Jeff Parker (g), Jason Adasiewicz (vib), Nate McBride (b), Tim Daisy & Tomas Fujiwara (d)

Friday, 11/11/11

Who needs a stage when you’ve got the subway?

“Diamonds And Pearls,” Washington, D.C.

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“Thin Line Between Love And Hate,” New York

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“Stand By Me,” Chicago

Friday, 11/4/11

only rock ’n roll

Animal Collective, Unitled/“Brothersport”
Live, Chicago (Pitchfork Festival), 7/15/11

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Want to hear the entire set?

Jazz, classical, gospel, rock: the names may be different, but what they offer is the same—a way, pleasurably, to lose your mind.

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In the evening darkness at a place outside New York, an outlook where/you can perceive eight million people’s homes in a single glance. . . ./Schubert’s being played in some room/there and for someone the tones at this moment are more real than everything else.

—Tomas Transtromer, “Schubertiana” (excerpt), trans. Samuel Charters

Here, in an undated audio clip, Transtromer, winner of the 2011 Nobel Prize in Literature, talks about this poem and reads it in this English translation.

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Transtromer suffered a stroke in 1990, at the age of fifty-nine, which robbed him of speech and impaired the use of his right arm. Rather than delivering the customary [Nobel] laureate’s address when he accepts the award, on December 10th, he will play a piece on the piano using only his left hand.

—Dan Chiasson, “Night Thoughts: The poetry of Tomas Transtromer,” New Yorker, 10/31/11

Sunday, 10/30/11

As snow falls in the Northeast, let’s head to the Southeast.

Mt. Do-Well Baptist Church Hymn Choir, “That Morning Train”
Live, South Carolina (Mt. Do-Well Baptist Church, McConnells), 2006

More? Here. And here.

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art beat

Friday at the Art Institute of Chicago (after a sentencing hearing in a drug case in federal court; my guy got 86 months, which was a little more than I’d hoped for but a lot less than the 151-188 months the government sought):

Vincent van Gogh
Terrace and Observation Deck
at the Moulin de Blute-Fin, Montmarte
 (1887)

Monday, 10/17/11

Stick around long enough and images that conjure your own past, going out to clubs on Chicago’s south and west sides, start to turn up as history.

Ricky Allen, “No Better Time Than Now” (One-Way 1974)
Light: On The South Side (Numero 2009)

Yeah, that’s Junior Wells at 1:08.

Sunday, 10/9/11

passings

Jessy Dixon, singer, songwriter, pianist
March 12, 1938-September 26, 2011 

“I’m Too Close,” live 1988

Vodpod videos no longer available.

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“I’ll Tell It” (vocals, organ), with Rev. Milton Brunson & The Chicago Community Choir, live, c. early 1960s

Vodpod videos no longer available.

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“Nothing But the Blood,” with the Combined Choir of the Omega Baptist Church, recording, 1967

Vodpod videos no longer available.

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Though he was already well known in gospel circles, Mr. Dixon reached the mainstream pop-music audience in the 1970s, when he collaborated with Mr. Simon on the albums “Paul Simon in Concert: Live Rhymin’ ” (a follow-up to Mr. Simon’s hit album “There Goes Rhymin’ Simon”) and “Still Crazy After All These Years.” The two musicians had met at the Newport Jazz Festival in 1972, and Mr. Simon was impressed with his vocals.

Mr. Dixon and his group, the Jessy Dixon Singers, toured with Mr. Simon for the next eight years. Mr. Dixon also played keyboard with the funk group Earth, Wind and Fire and collaborated with the guitarist Phil Upchurch.

But these were side projects. It was in the gospel genre that he left an important musical mark, releasing 18 albums between 1964 and 2006 — five of them went gold — and touring worldwide until 2001. After his work with Paul Simon, Mr. Dixon built a large following in Europe.

Born on March 12, 1938, in San Antonio, Texas, Mr. Dixon studied classical piano as a boy and started singing as a teenager at the Refuge Church of Our Lord Jesus Christ. The son of a porter and a seamstress, he went to a local Catholic college on a scholarship but dropped out to pursue a career as a musician. At 17, he was touring and playing black churches in California, Texas and Louisiana.

It was during a performance at a theater in San Antonio in 1957 that the Rev. James Cleveland, the great Chicago-based gospel musician, discovered Mr. Dixon and asked him to move to Chicago. There he became a pianist and singer with Mr. Cleveland’s group, The Original Chimes.

Mr. Dixon told The Associated Press in 1997 that being a young musician on Chicago’s South Side in the 1960s was like getting an advanced degree in blues and gospel music. “Going to church was like going to school,” he said.

New York Times, obituary, 9/26/11

Saturday, 10/8/11

Melody?

Just little fragments now and then.

Harmony?

None in the usual sense.

Rhythm?

Ditto.

What is there?

A sonic space you inhabit the way you would a dream.

Olivia Block, composer, sound artist, performer; “field recordings on damaged cassette tapes,” “controlled feedback from small speakers/contact mic,” “amplified autoharp” (YouTube post); Chicago (Saki Records), 2010

Vodpod videos no longer available.

You’ve got to be bold, or nuts, or both to do what these Saki folks did last year in Chicago’s Logan Square neighborhood—open a new record store.

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reading table

summer moon—
there is no such thing
as a flawless night

—Kobayashi Issa, 1812 (trans. David G. Lanoue)

Friday, 10/7/11

It’s easy to forget, sometimes, just how great somebody could be.

B.B. King, “How Blue Can You Get?”
Live, Sing Sing Prison (Ossining, New York), 1972

Vodpod videos no longer available.

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last night

W. S. Merwin, who just finished a term as U.S. Poet Laureate, gave a reading at Chicago’s downtown library, where he talked about this and that:

The English language is a great dump. Everything that has come into it has stayed there.

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Poetry begins . . . with listening.

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I wanted to be open . . . to anything that sounded like poetry.

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To animals the meaning is the sound—and that’s pretty close to poetry.

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Time is one of the great human fictions.

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Many of the most important things we do are not calculated. They take us by surprise.

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What the arts are made of is nothing but pure attention.

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radio

Happy (100th) Birthday, Papa Jo! WCKR-FMs Centennial Festival, mentioned Monday, continues until noon tomorrow.