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Category: Chicago

Sunday, 3/13/11

This afternoon, at 3 p.m., hundreds of gospel fans—from all over—will gather, once again, at a church on Chicago’s south side (First Church of Deliverance, 4315 S. Wabash) to celebrate her (85th!) birthday.

DeLois Barrett Campbell & the Barrett Sisters, “Precious Lord, Take My Hand,” live, 1983

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More? Here. And here. And here.

More “Precious Lord”? Here (Aretha Franklin at 14). And here (composer Thomas A. Dorsey).

Tuesday, 3/1/11

More Von

The other night, during a performance and interview at the University of Chicago, he seemed, at times, a bit frail. He’s nearing 90 and was recently in the hospital. But what I said a while back still holds true: no tenor player moves me more.

Von Freeman (tenor saxophone, with Mike Allemena, guitar; Matt Ferguson, bass; Michael Raynor, drums), “Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered,” live, Chicago (Mandel Hall, University of Chicago), 2/24/11

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better late, etc.

The University of Chicago recently awarded Von the Rosenberger Medal, which “was established in 1917 . . . [and recognizes] achievement through research, in authorship, in invention, for discovery, for unusual public service, or for anything deemed of great benefit to humanity.” Past recipients include Toni Morrison, Pierre Boulez, and Frederick Wiseman.

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musical thoughts

It takes years to explain those vibrational things in verbal language. And it still might not work. One time I asked Von Freeman about his voice-leading in harmony, he’s the master of that shit. I asked him, “How did you learn that shit? You’re so fluent at it.” And he said, “Well, you know, I sat down one day and I said, let me look at this thing.” He said, “I began with one tone. I studied one tone. And I studied all that I could study about one tone.” When these old guys talk, you don’t ask too many questions. You pretty much just listen to what they say. And so, I didn’t know what he meant, but I just listened. And he said, “I worked on that for a long time, you know, for months. Just seeing what could be done with one tone. When I felt pretty good about that, I moved on to two tones. That was a bit harder. I worked a lot longer, but I worked and saw all that I could do with two tones. Then I moved to three tones, and so on. After I went on for a while I realized that you can pretty much do everything that you need to do with two tones.” That’s what he told me. I spent years thinking about this shit. Years. I’m still thinking about it, you know. I feel like I have a better handle on knowing what he meant now than then, although it is not a simple thing to explain. And when I tell the story to somebody playing in my group or something, and they ask me, “What did he mean?” it takes me literally years to explain what I think he means. And I’m sure I only have part of what he means. What it means to me. Some things, you have to explain them with a million examples over a period of time. The meaning dawns on a person and when they have to explain it it’s funny. We live in this McDonald’s type society where everybody thinks everything is just quick. It’s not like that. You have to actually build the understanding, slowly over time. So this thing that Von Freeman explained to me, it sounds like a very simple thing, but it really doesn’t make any sense at all without the experience. It’s maybe fifteen years ago that he told me, and I found it to be absolutely true. I could never explain it in one day, or in a lecture over an hour.

Steve Coleman (whose latest album was named one of the year’s ten best in the 2010 Village Voice Jazz Critics’ Poll)

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my back pages

No other musician, in any genre, has meant so much to me in so many ways for so many years. I first heard Von in the mid-70s, when I was in my twenties (and working for Alligator Records) and he was in his fifties. The setting, coincidentally, was the University of Chicago; he opened for Cecil Taylor. I got to know him and booked a few shows for him. In 1977, when I got married, he and pianist John Young played at our wedding ceremony. Later, when I was reviewing live jazz, I wrote a piece about him for the Chicago Reader. Over the last three decades, I’ve listened, avidly, to his growing catalog of albums and seen him live more times than I could count. He is now an old man. And I am getting there.

Sunday, 2/27/11

I’ll fly away . . .

DeAndre Patterson, “I’ll Fly Away,” live, Chicago (homegoing service for Eugene Smith, Christian Tabernacle Church, 47th & Prairie), 5/18/09

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art beat

After a court hearing Friday, I stopped by the Art Institute of Chicago, which is just a couple blocks from the federal courthouse. In the Modern Wing, there’s a wonderful space on the second floor—a small room you enter through a glass door. Once inside, these paintings—each has a wall to itself—surround you.

Jackson Pollock, Greyed Rainbow (1953)

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Joan Mitchell, “City Landscape” (1955)

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Willem de Kooning, Excavation (1950)

Friday, 2/25/11

Our music is a Secret Order.

—Louis Armstrong, 1954 (John F. Zwed, Space Is The Place: The Lives And Times Of Sun Ra [1997], epigraph)

Von Freeman (tenor saxophone, with Ed Petersen, tenor saxophone; Willie Pickens, piano; Brian Sandstrom, bass; Robert Shy, drums), live, Chicago (Green Mill Lounge), 12/31/10

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Wednesday, 2/23/11

street music
(an occasional series)

It ain’t just the beats—it’s the show.

drummers, Chicago (Michigan Ave.)

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Drum mashup?

Start the first clip.

Then start the second.

Saturday, 2/12/11

My favorite tenor player?

A while back, I said that if I had to name my favorite alto player, there would be days where I’d say Art Pepper.

Tenor players?

Some days this’d be the guy.

Like Pepper, he has a sound that’s immediately identifiable. It’s a sound that, like Pepper’s, holds both joy and heartbreak. And like Pepper, he’s hard—no, impossible—to pigeonhole. Swing, bebop, free: the label that’s capacious enough to contain him hasn’t been invented.

Von Freeman, “Lester Leaps In,” live, Chicago (New Apartment Lounge), 2010

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Tuesday, 2/8/11

three takes

Twenty inches of snow.

Fifty-mile-an-hour winds.

Thunder, lightning.

When the weather’s this bitter, shouldn’t the songs be too?

She wait till it got nine below zero . . .

Sonny Boy Williamson II (AKA Aleck “Rice” Miller), “Nine Below Zero”

Live (introduced by Memphis Slim; with Otis Spann, piano; Matt Murphy, guitar; Willie Dixon, bass; Billy Stepney, drums), Europe (Germany), 1963

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Recording (with Otis Spann, piano; Robert Jr. Lockwood & Luther Tucker, guitars; Willie Dixon, bass; Odie Payne, drums), Chess Records, Chicago, 12/14/60

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Recording (with Elmore James, guitar; Willie Love, piano; Cliff Givens, bass; Joe Dyson, drums), Trumpet Records, Jackson, Mississippi, 12/4/51

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Three Below Zero?

Seven Below Zero?

Ten Below Zero?

Sonny Boy nailed it with nine.

Monday, 1/17/11

Back in the ’70s, when I was at Alligator Records, I worked with this guy—coproducing albums, booking live performances, traveling to New York for a series of “showcase” performances (little pay, big exposure) at the Bottom Line (opening for Buddy Guy & Junior Wells). But I was a fan before that. In college I had a weekly radio show, where I often played his first album, released in 1973. Now, like so many others I worked with (Hound Dog Taylor, Big Walter Horton, Fenton Robinson, Koko Taylor, Albert Collins, et al.), he’s gone.

Son Seals, August 13, 1942-December 20, 2004

“I Think You’re Fooling Me,” live (TV broadcast), 1987

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“Your Love Is Like A Cancer” (The Son Seals Blues Band, Alligator, 1973)

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reading table

for . . . Son Seals, who left to work a better room

—Andrew Vachss, Mask Market: A Burke Novel (2006)

Friday, 12/31/10

Tonight, at a club on Chicago’s west side (The Empty Bottle, 1035 N. Western), New Orleans dance music reigns.

Big Freedia & The Queen Divas

“Double It” (with Galactic), live, San Francisco, 2010

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“Azz Everywhere,” live, Portland (Oregon), 2010

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TV show (Last Call with Carson Daly), 9/28/10

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(Yo, Rachael—thanks for the tip!)

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[I]nside New Orleans, the genius of sissy bounce is how perfectly mainstream it is; in the world beyond, the genius of sissy bounce is how incredibly alternative it is.

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The first of Freedia’s three successive New York gigs in May began with a preshow bounce dance class, which should give you some idea of how far from home Freedia and [Freedia’s D.J. and de facto manager Rusty] Lazer were. But “every night it got better,” Freedia said. “They was all on the Internet, posting up the pictures, like ‘If you missed last night, OMG, you missed a party.’ Each night it built, and the last night” — at a traveling dusk-to-dawn festival known as Hoodstock, held on this occasion in a raw space in the Bed-Stuy neighborhood of Brooklyn — “it was just unbelievable. Five hundred people in there. Everybody was dripping wet. The walls was dripping wet.”

Any doubt that that space, like any space in which Freedia performs, quickly belonged to the women in the crowd may be dispelled by a story Lazer laughingly told about a blog post he’d seen the day after their Hoodstock set. It consisted of two photos taken at the show, and their captions: in the first, a group of women were horizontally p-popping in what amounted to a flesh pile. “To the men,” the caption beneath it read, “we don’t need you.” The second photo depicted a woman at the same show sitting on the floor while a man prone in front of her performed a sexual act that might traditionally be described as submissive. “But we like having you around,” the caption beneath that one read.

What strikes Lazer most about the dynamic at these shows, though, is not how unexpected it is but how familiar. Long before he started D.J.-ing, he was a drummer in a series of rock bands; he is old enough to have come of age in the latter days of punk. And when he started playing shows with Freedia almost two years ago — when he started witnessing, over and over again, a same-sex group taking over the dance floor in order to perform an ecstatic act of physical aggression that is both exceptionally demanding and socially unacceptable in other contexts, at the behest of music that’s ritualized and played at seemingly impossible tempos — it all began to remind him of something.

“It’s as if punk had been reinvented for women,” he said, smiling. “I remember going to punk shows when I was 13, slam-dancing, stage-diving. It was a kind of reckless abandon, something you really couldn’t stop yourself from doing. If the girls weren’t just outright afraid of being in there, there was somebody literally shoving them out of the way. Now it’s exactly what was happening when I was young, but in reverse: the girls literally push the dudes right out of the middle. It’s just pure empowerment, physical aggression that’s not spiteful or vicious. I think it’s no accident that the slang term for a gay kid in New Orleans is ‘punk.’ It’s pretty rewarding.”

—Jonathan Dee, “Sissy Bounce, New Orleans’s Gender-Bending Rap,” New York Times Magazine, 7/22/10

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reading table

even the stone-hard camphor tree
devoured
by insects

—Kobayashi Issa, 1822 (trans. David G. Lanoue)

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radio: last call

Ten straight days of Bach, on WKCR-FM, conclude tonight at midnight.

Tuesday, 12/14/10

This guy moved to Chicago, after World War II, from Birmingham, Alabama.

The temperature outside, on this mid-December day, is 7 degrees.

Is it any wonder springtime meant so much?

Sun Ra And His Intergalactic Myth Science Solar Arkestra, “Springtime Again,” 1979

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Happy (90th) Birthday to Clark Terry!

(Yo, Michael: Thanks for the tip!)