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Saturday, November 26th

sounds of Christchurch*

Roy Montgomery, “Five Bears,” 2016

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The way “The Tennessee Waltz”
is about having heard

“The Tennessee Waltz”
before:

an almost floral
nostalgia,

is what we call
beautiful.

—Rae Armantrout (1947-), “Overhearing,” fragment (Veil: New and Selected Poems)

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2,500 posts—and counting.

*New Zealand.

Friday, November 18th

only rock ‘n’ roll

La Luz, live, Iceland (Reykjavik), 2014

 

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art beat: other day, Art Institute of Chicago

Utagawa Hiroshige (1797-1858), Descending Geese, c. 1830

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Friday, November 11th

two takes 

“I Hate to See You Go” (AKA “Hate to See You Go”) (W. Jacobs)

Rolling Stones, Blue & Lonesome, 2016


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Little Walter, 1955

 

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art beat: other day, Art Institute of Chicago

Vasily Kandinsky (1866-1944), Painting with Green Center, 1913

Painting with Green Center

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BRIDGEPORT, CT—Thinking back on how happy and untroubled he had been during that time and how different he feels in the present day, local man Jason Moulton, 52, reportedly paused Wednesday and nostalgically recalled the simpler era of 20 hours ago. “Everything seemed so much brighter back then before 9 p.m. last night—nothing like the way things are now,” said Moulton, wistfully reflecting on how, back before yesterday evening, things had seemed to make sense and the future appeared to hold endless promise. “America was a different place all those hours ago. Things were safer then, and the economy was strong—it was just a better time. But it’s all gone downhill ever since. We just don’t have the same values anymore.” Moulton then reportedly shook his head and said that while he would love for the country to get back to the good old days of November 8 and earlier, realistically he knew that would never happen.

The Onion, “Man Nostalgic For Simpler Era Of 20 Hours Ago,” 11/9/16

 

Friday, November 4th

only rock ‘n’ roll

PJ Harvey, “The Letter,” live (TV show), London, 2004


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baseball: Chicago Cubs

You have to believe in order to see things, and I do believe.

Joe Maddon, after Game 7

 

Friday, October 14th

Bob Dylan, “High Water (For Charley Patton)” (B. Dylan)
Live, Irvine, Calif., 2013


No matter how often he changes styles, he keeps coming back to the blues.

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baseball

Javy Baez (Chicago Cubs infielder), defensive highlights

Saturday, October 1st

more

Habib Koite, “Wassiye,” live


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art beat: other day, Whitney Museum of American Art (New York)

Stuart Davis (1892-1964), “Swing Landscape,” 1938

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Friday, September 30

sounds of Mali and South Africa

Twelve strings, two voices—that’s it.

Habib Koite (Mali; lead vocals, guitar), Vusi Mahlasela (South Africa; vocals, guitar), “Africa,” live (studio performance), Seattle, 2016

 

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Deep autumn—
my neighbor,
how does he live, I wonder?

—Matsuo Basho (1644-1694), translated from Japanese by Robert Hass

Sunday, September 25th

old school

Boyd Rivers & Ruth May Rivers, “I Done Died One Time (Ain’t Gonna Die No More),” Canton, Miss., 1978


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art beat: other day, Museum of Contemporary Art Chicago

Kerry James Marshall (1955-), The Lost Boys, 1993 (Kerry James Marshall, Mastry, through today)

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Wednesday, September 7th

energy + density + clarity = ?

Mary Halvorson (guitar), Weasel Walter (drums), live, New York, 2016


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random sights

yesterday, New York (Central Park)

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Friday, August 26th

summer in the city

Moses Sumney, “Plastic,” live, Chicago (Pitchfork Music Festival), 7/15/16


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Summer afternoon — summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

—Henry James (1843-1916)

There is a kind of sullenness that summer / alone possesses.

—Geoffrey Hill (1932-2016), “In Isley Church Lane (3)”