sounds of Chicago
Artifacts Trio (Nicole Mitchell, flute; Tomeka Reid, cello; Mike Reed, drums, percussion), live, Chicago (Constellation), last night
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other day, Chicago
sounds of Chicago
“Impressions” (J. Coltrane), Isaiah Collier (tenor saxophone), Ernest Dawkins (alto saxophone), James Carter (tenor saxophone), Greg Murphy (piano), Junius Paul (bass), Jeremiah Collier (drums), live, Chicago (Englewood Jazz Festival), 2019
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random sights
other day, Oak Park, Ill.
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my back pages
On a cold, snowy night forty-four years ago, at a church thirty miles north of Chicago, my wife, Suzanne, and I were married. Tenor saxophonist Von Freeman and pianist John Young, both now gone, provided music. All of what they played that night—before the ceremony (“Over the Rainbow,” “It Never Entered My Mind,” “More”), during (“In a Sentimental Mood” [as Suzanne walked down the aisle]), and after (“My Favorite Things,” “Song for My Father”)—can be heard here (0:15-).
sounds of Chicago
How about starting the week with a trio that’s tight as a drumhead?
Greg Ward (alto saxophone), Dennis Carroll (bass), Greg Artry (drums), live (performing as Carroll/Artry/Ward), Chicago (Constellation), Saturday night (Note: The video feed on this livestream froze intermittently, but that didn’t affect the sound.)
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lagniappe
random sights
this morning, Chicago
alone
Need more air?
Mitsuko Uchida (piano), live, London, 12/16/20: Franz Schubert (1797-1828), Piano Sonatas in C major (“Reliquie,” 3:40-) and G major (“Fantasy,” 42:00-)
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random sights
yesterday, Chicago (Columbus Park)
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reading table
Listening deeply,
sometimes—in another—you can hear
the sound of a hermit, sighing
as he climbs a mountain trail to reach
a waterfall
or a Buddhist nun reciting prayers
while moonlight falls through the window
onto an old clay floor,
and once in a while, a child
rolling a hoop through the alleyways of Tokyo,
laughing,
or a farmer pausing in a rice field to watch
geese fly,
the thoughts on his lips he doesn’t think to say.—Dick Allen (1939-2017), “Listening Deeply”