Thursday, March 26th
These guys I could listen to all day.
Kelin-Kelin’ Orchestra (with Brice Wassy, drums, vocals), “Me Feeh” (B. Wassy), live, Paris, 2013
These guys I could listen to all day.
Kelin-Kelin’ Orchestra (with Brice Wassy, drums, vocals), “Me Feeh” (B. Wassy), live, Paris, 2013
sounds of Chicago
Dave Rempis (tenor saxophone) & Tim Daisy (percussion), live, Chicago, 2013
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lagniappe
random thoughts
Sometimes it seems surprising that any of us survives even a single day in a world so sad.
Sounds echo across generations. Here, on the 88th birthday of my long-gone father, are sounds I first heard through my sons.
TV on the Radio, live (studio performance), Santa Monica, 2014
otherworldly
Turgut Ercetin (1983-), String Quartet No. 1 (“December”); The Jack Quartet, live, Stanford University, 2011
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lagniappe
reading table
Lacan said that there was surely something ironic about Christ’s injunction to love thy neighbour as thyself—because actually, of course, people hate themselves.
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We know almost nothing about ourselves because we judge ourselves before we have a chance to see ourselves.
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Self-criticism is an unforbidden pleasure: we seem to relish the way it makes us suffer.
—Adam Phillips, “Against Self-Criticism,” London Review of Books, 3/5/15
Feeling glum?
Not for long.
Jim Campilongo & Honeyfingers,* live, New York, 2013
*JC, guitar; Luca Benedetti, guitar; Jonny Lam, lap steel guitar; Catherine Popper, bass; Shawn Pelton, drums.
sounds of Chicago
Jack DeJohnette (drums) with MCOTD Hall-of-Famer Henry Threadgill (reeds), Roscoe Mitchell (reeds), Muhal Richard Abrams (piano), and Larry Gray (bass), Made in Chicago, 2015
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lagniappe
art beat: more from the other day at the Art Institute of Chicago
This, too, I never tire of.
Jackson Pollock (1912-1956), Greyed Rainbow, 1953
sounds of Chicago
Matthias Kranebitter (1980-), pack the box (with five dozen of my liquor jugs) (2013)
Mocrep, live, Chicago, 2014
[vimeo 111677932 w=560&h=315]
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lagniappe
reading table
Collage=life.
—Joseph Cornell, diary entry, 1964