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Thursday, 1/12/12

I don’t know what these folks call this stuff, but one thing I’m sure of: it ain’t “world music.”

Sobanza Mimanisa (“Orchestra of Light”), “Kiwembo,” live
Democratic Republic of Congo (Kinshasa), c. 2005

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reading table

The 100 Most Powerless New Yorkers

Have you noticed that power lists, which have been spreading like the clap lately, from the Time 100 to the Forbes 500, tell you things you already know about the rich and famous and give publicity to people who already have more of it than they know what to do with? For the rest of us, here’s a power list to get 2012 going in the right direction. They’re in no particular order. (Like it really matters.)

1. Weed-delivery guys

The reason so many marijuana arrests are of black and Hispanic people is not because they smoke weed more. White New Yorkers, by the NYPD’s own numbers, have a higher per-capita rate of contraband when they’re arrested. However, white people stay safe in their apartments while colored folks deliver drugs to them. Delivering drugs puts you on the bottom of a pyramid scheme where you usually earn less than minimum wage, making you vulnerable to homicide and giving you about as much of a chance of becoming a rich kingpin as being a production assistant or a media intern gives you of becoming a celebrity. . . .

—Steven Thrasher, Village Voice, 1/11/12

Tuesday, 12/27/11

more favorites from the past year

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

“Romance” (Mellow Johnny’s Bike Shop)

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“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.)

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She’s going to be a big star someday.

Nneka, live

Vodpod videos no longer available.

(Originally posted 2/15/11.)

Sunday, 12/18/11

It’s our lucky day. Down on the corner there’s a guy with a little guitar amp who just finished setting up. Let’s listen.

Rev. Billy H. Grady, “Holy Rock” (1965)

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reading table

Going too fast for myself I missed
more than I think I can remember

almost everything it seems sometimes
and yet there are chances that come back

that I did not notice when they stood
where I could have reached out and touched them

this morning the black shepherd dog
still young looking up and saying

Are you ready this time

—W. S. Merwin, “Turning”

Friday, 12/16/11

only rock ’n roll

Happy Refugees, “What’s Your Appeal”
Live, New York (Cake Shop), 12/10/11

More? These guys recently did a live studio performance at WFMU-FM (The Cherry Blossom Clinic with Terre T), which can be heard here.

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art beat: Tuesday at the Art Institute of Chicago (after a hearing at the nearby federal court building)

George Inness (1825-1894), Early Morning, Tarpon Springs (1892)

Tuesday, 12/13/11

two takes

Rock ’n roll, like blues, is for old folks too.

Dick Dale (guitar, 1937-), “Nitro”

Live (radio broadcast, KEXP-FM [Seattle]), 12/11/09

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Recording and Video, 1993

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I make my guitar scream with pain or pleasure or sensuality. It makes people move their feet and shake their bodies. That’s what music does.

Dick Dale

Friday, 12/9/11

Janis Joplin, “Get It While You Can” (J. Ragovoy)
Live, TV broadcast (The Dick Cavett Show), 1970

If she had lived, what would she sound like, at 68, today?

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reading table

We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven,
Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell;
If anywhere, in the deserted schoolyard at twilight,
Forming a ring, perhaps, or joining hands
In games whose very names we have forgotten.
Come, memory, let us seek them there in the shadows.

—Donald Justice, “On the Death of Friends in Childhood”

Wednesday, 12/7/11

What a treat to hear a guitar-led group that sounds so fresh.

Nels Cline (guitar) and Friends play the music of Andrew Hill

Live, New York (Jazz Standard), 2007

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musical thoughts

The more one studies the harmony of music, and then studies human nature, how people agree and how they disagree, how there is attraction and repulsion, the more one will see that it is all music.

Hazrat Inayat Khan (quoted at Nels Cline’s website)

Tuesday, 12/6/11

 passings

Hubert Sumlin, guitar player, November 16, 1931-December 4, 2011

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Howlin’ Wolf, with Hubert Sumlin (guitar)

“Smokestack Lightning” (AKA “Smoke Stack Lightning”; rec. 1956, Chicago)

In a country that paid proper respect to its cultural heritage, this would be played for children in school, as part of their cultural education. Instead kids encounter it, if at all, on TV—the soundtrack to a Viagra commercial.

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“Back Door Man” (rec. 1960, Chicago)

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“Wang Dang Doodle” (rec. 1960, Chicago)

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musical thoughts

I started listening to people like Hubert Sumlin and trying to deal with a less muscular way of reaching people . . .

Marc Ribot

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random thoughts

Rankin, Loda, Cissna Park, Schwer, Gilmer, Watseka: the world is filled with places we’ve never even heard of (many less than 150 miles away), as I was reminded yesterday driving home from Danville, Illinois, where I’d gone to see clients at the prison.

Sunday, 12/4/11

 funeral service and second line for Snooks Eaglin
9/27/09, New Orleans

Irma Thomas, “Singin’ Hallelujah”

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Charmaine Neville, Clarence “Frogman” Henry, Allen Toussaintet al.

“Swing Low, Sweet Chariot”

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“Hush, Somebody’s Calling My Name”

Saturday, 12/3/11

three takes

“N’teri”

Habib Koité, live, c. 2007

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Regina Carter (violin), Yacouba Sissoko (kora), Will Holshouser (accordion)
Live, radio broadcast (KPLU-FM), 2011

Kora, violin, accordion—even the names of these instruments sound good together. You have, in succession, words of two, three, and four syllables. Consonants repeat (k/c, r, n), as do vowels (o, a). The last word (“accordion”) echoes both syllables of the first (“kora”), reversing them, as well as the end of the second (“violin”). What does any of this mean? Nothing—it’s simply, for me, a small source of additional pleasure.

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Habib Koité, recording, 2007