music clip of the day


Category: Germany

Saturday, February 16th

Want to be swept away?

Johannes Brahms (1833-1897), Violin Concerto in D major; Frankfurt Radio Symphony (Paavo Järvi, cond.) with Hilary Hahn (violin), live, Frankfurt, 2014




random sights

other day, Oak Park, Ill.

Tuesday, June 26th


Lonnie Johnson (vocals, guitar), “Another Night to Cry” (Sonny Boy Williamson II, introduction; Otis Spann, piano; Willie Dixon, bass; Fred Below, drums), live, Germany, 1963




art beat

yesterday, Oak Park, Ill. (artist unknown)

Thursday, September 7th

another take

Morton Feldman (1927-1986; MCOTD Hall of Fame), Rothko Chapel (1971); Markus Creed (cond.), SWR Vokalensemble (Vocal Ensemble), et al., live, Germany (Cathedral of Speyer, Schwetzinger), 2017




art beat: yesterday, Art Institute of Chicago

Paul Gauguin (1848-1903), Cup Decorated with the Figure of a Bathing Girl, 1887-88 (Gauguin: Artist as Alchemist, through September 10th)


reading table

John Ashbery (July 28, 1927-September, 3, 2017)

What will it all be like in five years’ time
when you try to remember?

—”For John Clare” (fragment)

Tuesday, May 9th


A week ago I hadn’t heard of this guy—now I can’t get enough of him.

Enno Poppe (1969-), Trauben (“Grapes”), (2004); ATOS Trio,* live, Berlin, 2016

*Annette von Hehn, violin; Stefan Heinemeyer, cello; Thomas Hoppe, piano.

Tuesday, 12/25/12

Merry Christmas!

Steel drummers, “Silent Night,” London, 12/11


Glasses player, “Jingle Bells,” Bonn, 12/06


Brass band, “This Christmas” (1:55-, D. Hathaway), New Orleans, 12/09

Saturday, 12/15/12

A reader writes:

Dear Richard:

I think you should check out the YouTube link below. From Dore Stein who is the host of a great radio show on Sat. nights on the SF United School District’s radio station, KALW.

Melos: Mediterranean Songs (filmed in Tunisia and Germany, 2011)*


taking a break

I’m taking some time off—back in a while.


*With Dorsaf Hamdani & Ensemble (Tunisia), En Chordais (Greece), Juan Carmona & Ensemble (Spain), Keyvan Chemirani (France/Iran), et al.

Saturday, 9/15/12


Anton Bruckner (1824-96), Symphony No. 5 in B flat major; Berlin Philharmonic (Wilhelm Furtwangler, cond.), live, Berlin, 1942

(Yeah, I realize this performance took place in Nazi Germany during World War II and, no, I don’t have anything profound, or even interesting, to say about how such beauty and such horror could coexist.)

Tuesday, 12/27/11

more favorites from the past year

Wild Flag, live, SXSW (Austin, Texas), 3/11

“Romance” (Mellow Johnny’s Bike Shop)


“Future Crimes” (IFC Crossroads House)

Someday an all-female band will seem no more remarkable than an all-male one.

(Originally posted 10/24/11.)


She’s going to be a big star someday.

Nneka, live

Vodpod videos no longer available.

(Originally posted 2/15/11.)

Tuesday, 5/31/11

(an occasional series)

She’s going to be a big star someday.

Nneka, live

Vodpod videos no longer available.

(Originally posted 2/15/11.)


It used to be that music came from a particular place. No more. Whether it’s Sohrab Saadat Ladjevardi (the Iranian saxophonist who’s lived in Germany, in Japan, and now in New York City [2/18/10]), or Burkina Electric (whose members come from Burkina Faso, from Germany, and from New York City [by way of Austria] [2/22/10]), or this singer, who’s lived (and has homes) in Nigeria and in Germany, much of today’s most intriguing music has its ears and heart and feet on more than one continent.

Nneka, “Heartbeat”

Take 1: recording/video


Take 2: live, Philadelphia, 2009


Take 3: J. Period Remix, featuring Talib Kweli

(Originally posted 2/27/10.)

Saturday, 3/12/11

Have you heard of Brandt Brauer Frick?

Rachael Z., the 20-something stylist who cuts my hair

The Brandt Brauer Frick Ensemble, live (rehearsal), Germany (Berlin), 2010

Vodpod videos no longer available.



reading table


Me — a teenager?
If she suddenly stood, here, now, before me,
would I need to treat her as near and dear,
although she’s strange to me, and distant?

Shed a tear, kiss her brow
for the simple reason
that we share a birthdate?

So many dissimilarities between us
that only the bones are likely still the same,
the cranial vault, the eye sockets.

Since her eyes seem a little larger,
her eyelashes are longer, she’s taller
and the whole body is closely sheathed
in smooth, unblemished skin.

Relatives and friends still link us, it is true,
but in her world almost all are living,
while in mine almost no one survives
from that shared circle.

We differ so profoundly,
talk and think about completely different things.
She knows next to nothing —
but with a doggedness deserving better causes.
I know much more —
but nothing for sure.

She shows me poems,
written in a clear and careful script
that I haven’t used for years.

I read the poems, read them.
Well, maybe that one
if it were shorter
and fixed in a couple of places.
The rest do not bode well.

The conversation stumbles.
On her pathetic watch
time is still cheap and unsteady.
On mine it’s far more precious and precise.

Nothing in parting, a fixed smile
and no emotion.

Only when she vanishes,
leaving her scarf in her haste.

A scarf of genuine wool,
in colored stripes
crocheted for her
by our mother.

I’ve still got it.

—Wislawa Szymborska (trans. Clare CavanaghStanisław Barańczak; Here [2010])


five desert-island poets

Wislawa Szymborska

William Bronk

John Berryman

Emily Dickinson

Kobayashi Issa

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