Wednesday, April 15th
MCOTD Hall of Fame
Lester Bowie’s Brass Fantasy (LB, trumpet; Steve Turre, trombone; Frank Lacy, trombone; Bob Stewart, tuba; Phillip Wilson, drums, et al.), live, Berlin, 1986
MCOTD Hall of Fame
Lester Bowie’s Brass Fantasy (LB, trumpet; Steve Turre, trombone; Frank Lacy, trombone; Bob Stewart, tuba; Phillip Wilson, drums, et al.), live, Berlin, 1986
yesterday in Chicago
He played a version of this, wonderfully, along with Steve Reich’s “New York Counterpoint” and Duke Ellington’s “Come Sunday,” at the Chicago Cultural Center.
James Falzone, “Sighs Too Deep For Words,” live (studio performance), 2011
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lagniappe
random thoughts
Why settle for a mirror when you could have a window?
This I could listen to all day.
Daniel Lanois, “Senegal,” “Opera,” “The Collection of Marie Claire,” live (studio performance), Washington (Shoreline), 2/27/15
sounds of Ghana
Prince Buju (vocals, kologo), “In the War,” live, Ghana (Accra), 2014
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lagniappe
reading table
[W]hat counted was how you behaved while death let you live, and how you met death when life released you.
—Edith Pearlman, “Blessed Harry” (Honeydew)
Need a jolt?
Felipe Lara (1979-), Corde Vocale (2006)
Mivos Quartet, live (studio performance), New York, 2013
This I listened to for the first time yesterday. Then I listened again. And again.
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lagniappe
radio
Tuesday is the centennial of Billie Holiday’s birth and WKCR (Columbia University) is celebrating in the best possible way, featuring her music all day tomorrow and, because twenty-four hours just aren’t enough, the next day too.
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taking a break
I’m taking some time off—back in a while.
sounds old and new
Nathan Davis (mbira, electronics), Simple Songs of Birth and Return
Live, Chicago, 2014
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lagniappe
reading table
In the fifth century, the sun used to rise every morning and lie down to sleep every evening just as it does now. In the morning, as the first sunbeams kissed the dew, the earth would come to life and the air would fill with sounds of joy, hope, and delight, while in the evening the same earth would fall silent and be swallowed by stern darkness. Day was like day, night like night.
—Anton Chekhov (1860-1904), “Without a Title” (translated from Russian by Robert Chandler [Anton Chekhov’s Selected Stories, Cathy Popkin, ed.])
There are all kinds of grooves.
Dengue Fever, “Ghost Voice,” “Tokay,” “Girl from the North,” “No Sudden Moves,” live (studio performance), Seattle, 2/10/15
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lagniappe
reading table
Life is full of uncertainties and evil, but sometimes a good meal is enough to get you through even the worst of it.
—Melanie Rehak, Bookforum, April-May, 2015 (reviewing Mystery Writers of America Cookbook: Wickedly Good Meals and Desserts to Die for)