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Wednesday, 11/9/11

love it or hate it

Marc Ribot, Elliott Sharp, live, New York (Cornelia Street Cafe), 8/4/10

More Marc Ribot? Here. And here. And here.

Monday, 11/7/11

Chrome, “Meet You In The Subway” (1979, record; 1984, video)

So much of our musical experience resists explanation. Take this track, for instance. As soon as it’s over, I want to hear it again. Why? No idea.

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mail: two posts, two messages, same correspondent

Last Monday (Koko Taylor/Louis Jordan):

Great boost!

Yesterday (Brother Anthony Wynn/Sensimo):

what the fuck!?!

Friday, 11/4/11

only rock ’n roll

Animal Collective, Unitled/“Brothersport”
Live, Chicago (Pitchfork Festival), 7/15/11

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Want to hear the entire set?

Jazz, classical, gospel, rock: the names may be different, but what they offer is the same—a way, pleasurably, to lose your mind.

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In the evening darkness at a place outside New York, an outlook where/you can perceive eight million people’s homes in a single glance. . . ./Schubert’s being played in some room/there and for someone the tones at this moment are more real than everything else.

—Tomas Transtromer, “Schubertiana” (excerpt), trans. Samuel Charters

Here, in an undated audio clip, Transtromer, winner of the 2011 Nobel Prize in Literature, talks about this poem and reads it in this English translation.

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Transtromer suffered a stroke in 1990, at the age of fifty-nine, which robbed him of speech and impaired the use of his right arm. Rather than delivering the customary [Nobel] laureate’s address when he accepts the award, on December 10th, he will play a piece on the piano using only his left hand.

—Dan Chiasson, “Night Thoughts: The poetry of Tomas Transtromer,” New Yorker, 10/31/11

Wednesday, 11/2/11

This guy sounded so good the other day—let’s hear some more.

B.B. King with T-Bone Walker, “Bad News”/“Sweet Sixteen”
Live, Monterey Jazz Festival (Monterey, California), 9/16/1967

Tuesday, 11/1/11

Edward Wilkerson, Jr. (bass clarinet), Tomeka Reid (cello), Scott Hesse (guitar), live, Lakeside, Michigan (Lakeside Inn), 10/16/11*

Vodpod videos no longer available.

No matter how long you’ve been listening to music there are always new things to hear. When, for instance, is the last time you heard a trio featuring bass clarinet, cello, and guitar?

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musical thoughts

This whole division between genres has more to do with marketing than anything else. It’s terrible for the culture of music. Like anything that is purely economic, it ignores the most important component.

Tom WaitsPitchfork interview, 10/18/11

*This concert was presented by portoluz as part of its Jazz on a Summer’s Day series.

Monday, 10/24/11

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.

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radio

A live studio performance,* which I caught part of Saturday afternoon, can be heard here.

*The Cherry Blossom Clinic with Terre T (Sat., 3-6 p.m. [EST]), WFMU-FM

Sunday, 10/23/11

Slim and The Supreme Angels, “I Wanna Go”
Live, North Carolina (Branch Memorial Tabernacle, Goldsboro), c. 1996

Vodpod videos no longer available.

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reading table

—“Never again, never again!”
—And yet there’s a contradiction: “never again” isn’t eternal, since you yourself will die one day.
“Never again” is the expression of an immortal.

—Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary (trans. Richard Howard, 2010)

More of these handwritten diary entries, which were written after Barthes’ mother died, can be found here. (Thanks to Orange Crate Art for the tip.)

Wednesday, 10/19/11

Herman E. Johnson, “She’s A-Looking For Me”*
Rec. 1961, Baton Rouge, Louisiana

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So my life was just that way, to keep out of trouble, drink my little whiskey, an’ go an’ do little ugly things like that, but in a QT way.

—Herman E. Johnson (August Kleinzahler, Red Sauce, Whiskey and Snow [1995], epigraph [I’ve changed “cue-tee” to “QT”])

*This is how this song is titled on the album Louisiana Country Blues (Arhoolie). To these ears a better rendering would be “She Out Looking For Me.”

Tuesday, 10/18/11

clear, adj. bright, luminous, transparent. E.g., Wadada Leo Smith’s trumpet playing.

Wadada Leo Smith (trumpet), live, London (Cafe Oto), 9/5/11

A performance like this opens up, I’ve found, once you quit trying to find
a foothold.

Friday, 10/7/11

It’s easy to forget, sometimes, just how great somebody could be.

B.B. King, “How Blue Can You Get?”
Live, Sing Sing Prison (Ossining, New York), 1972

Vodpod videos no longer available.

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last night

W. S. Merwin, who just finished a term as U.S. Poet Laureate, gave a reading at Chicago’s downtown library, where he talked about this and that:

The English language is a great dump. Everything that has come into it has stayed there.

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Poetry begins . . . with listening.

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I wanted to be open . . . to anything that sounded like poetry.

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To animals the meaning is the sound—and that’s pretty close to poetry.

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Time is one of the great human fictions.

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Many of the most important things we do are not calculated. They take us by surprise.

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What the arts are made of is nothing but pure attention.

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radio

Happy (100th) Birthday, Papa Jo! WCKR-FMs Centennial Festival, mentioned Monday, continues until noon tomorrow.