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Friday, June 11, 2010

music to levitate by

Dizzy Gillespie & Louis Armstrong, “Umbrella Man,” live (TV broadcast), 1959

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

guitar players who sound like nobody else, part 3

Sonny Sharrock (1940-1994)

Live (with Melvin Gibbs, bass; Abe Speller & Pheeroan Aklaf, drums), New York (Knitting Factory), 1988

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“Who Does She Hope To Be?” (with Pharoah Sanders, tenor saxophone; Charles Moffett, bass; Elvin Jones, drums), 1991

Friday, June 4, 2010

The rock & roll mansion boasts a particularly spacious lunatic wing.

Jerry Lee Lewis, “Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On,” live (TV broadcast), 1957

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Sometimes you don’t feel like Beethoven.

Or Miles Davis.

Or the Soul Stirrers.

What you want is a jolt.

Micachu & The Shapes, “Lips”

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lagniappe

This is what I call PR.

[Mica Levi of Micachu & The Shapes is] the most singular artist leading the future-pop frontier, with an instinctual understanding of music only possible from one of those rare lives where rhythms, melodies, discord and noise have underpinned every last waking second.

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Born in Guildford and raised in Watford, Mica Levi couldn’t have had much more of a musical upbringing if she was conceived between Mozart and an oboe and forced to grow up inside a grand piano.

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‘Lips’ is a short, sharp procession of maddening fret-hits and taunting vocal refrains that lead you everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

—Rough Trade Records

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live music on the radio

One of my favorite radio stations, WFMU-FM, is broadcasting live today from the Primavera Sound Festival in Barcelona: the Almighty Defenders, Cold Cave, Van Dyke Parks, et al.

Friday, May 28, 2010

two takes

“La-La Means I Love You”

The Delfonics, live, 2008 (originally recorded 1968)

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Bill Frisell, live, New York (Rochester), 2007

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Chicago, Texas, Louisiana, West Coast—blues comes in lots of different shades.

Freddie King, with Clarence “Gatemouth” Brown; live (TV broadcast [The !!!! Beat]), 1966

Part 1

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Part 2 (“Funnybone”)

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Part 3 (“Papa’s Got a Brand New Bag”)

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

more music from Mali

Bassekou Kouyate (ngoni) & Ngoni ba

“Ngoni fola” (2007)

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Live, Mali (Timbuktu), 2010

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Live, Germany (Rostock), 2007

Monday, May 24, 2010

music from Mali

Sometimes the groove is so deep and so wide and so relaxed that, even if someone’s talking over it in a language you don’t understand at all, you just want to lie down in it and stay there.

Ali Farka Toure, guitar and vocals, “Ai du”

Friday, May 21, 2010

Jenny said when she was just five years old
There was nothin’ happening at all
Every time she puts on the radio
There was nothin’ goin’ down at all
Not at all

Then one fine mornin’, she puts on a New York station
You know, she couldn’t believe what she heard at all
She started shakin’ to that fine, fine music
You know, her life was saved by rock and roll . . .

—Lou Reed, “Rock & Roll” (The Velvet Underground, Loaded [1970])

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Bo Diddley, “Hey, Bo Diddley,” “Bo Diddley,” live (TV broadcast [Ed Sullivan Show]), 1955

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lagniappe

This well may be the human race’s greatest ever achievement.

—YouTube comment

Thursday, May 20, 2010

These guys sounded awfully good the other day—let’s hear some more.

Trombone Shorty and Orleans Avenue, “Orleans & Claiborne,” live, New Orleans, 2010

There are a lot of things to like about this performance. One is the way Shorty, following two hot solos (tenor, baritone), doesn’t try to out-blow those guys. Instead, he changes directions (3:20). Sometimes nothing packs more punch than restraint. (Yeah, I don’t know why this clip cuts off when it does, either.)

Want more? Here.

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lagniappe

passings

Soon I’ll be leaving for a funeral—my uncle, Hugh Frebault. Nine days ago we sat and talked and laughed for over an hour; now he’s silent. Does life get any more understandable as you get older? I don’t think so—if anything, it seems to become only more mysterious, more unfathomable.

Blind Willie Johnson, “Dark Was The Night – Cold Was The Ground” (1927, Dallas)