Saturday, August 27th
timeless
Fats Waller (1904-1943), “I’m Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter” (F. Ahlert & J. Young), 1935
timeless
Fats Waller (1904-1943), “I’m Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter” (F. Ahlert & J. Young), 1935
summer in the city
Moses Sumney, “Plastic,” live, Chicago (Pitchfork Music Festival), 7/15/16
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reading table: two takes
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)”
what’s new
A Tribe Called Red with Yasiin Bey (aka Mos Def), Narcy, Black Bear
“R.E.D.,” 8/17/16
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the beat goes on
2,401 posts—and counting.
tonight in Chicago
These guys will be playing at Elastic.
Dave Rempis (saxophones) & Tim Daisy (percussion), live, Copenhagen, 2014
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lagniappe
random sights
this morning, Chicago (Columbus Park)
If I could dance like this, I’d never sit down.
Jimmy Slyde (1927-2008) and Bob Moses, dancing, playing, talking
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lagniappe
reading table
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.—Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979), “One Art”
What better way to begin the week?
Nicholas Brothers, “I’ve Got a Gal in Kalamazoo” (Orchestra Wives), 1942
MCOTD Hall of Fame
Morton Feldman (1926-1987), For Philip Guston (1984), excerpt; Claire Chase (flute, alto flute, piccolo), Steven Schick (percussion), Sarah Rothenberg (piano, celesta), live, Houston (Rothko Chapel), 2014
wake up!
Marc Ribot’s Ceramic Dog (MR, guitar, vocals; Ches Smith, drums; Shahzad Ismaily, bass), live (studio performance), Seattle, 6/22/16
sounds of London
DJ EZ, live, London, 2014
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lagniappe
reading table
She went around pre-registered
for her own eventual absence.—Rae Armantrout, “Hoard”
sounds of London
Four Tet (aka Kieran Hebden), live, London, 2016
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lagniappe
reading table
father and son
go their separate ways . . .
blossom viewing—Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827; translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue)