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Saturday, July 13th

sounds I miss*

Albert Collins (1932-1993), “Two-Lane Highway” (John Zorn, Spillane, 1987)


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lagniappe

musical thoughts

[A] particular brand of comment showed up enough [on the Alan Lomax Archive recordings on YouTube] that I started a collection. I call them “blues affirmations.” They number in the dozens, posted to an assortment of clips of black vernacular music. These performances don’t necessarily pertain to the song structure or performance style called “blues”—they could be field hollers or minstrel pieces—but the commentary was single-mindedly focused on it.

The notion of a “pure” culture, of any kind, is informed by ignorance and/or ideology and/or romanticism. I feel set upon by a thick, dumb fog just looking at the phrase. But the Blues Affirmations stir something in me; they insist, childlike, on something real, true, forever enduring, constructed of unadulterated and unmediated purity. I look forward to them, and they undo me a bit when they arrive.

They feel authentic, so I’d like to give them the last word:

one word: BLUES…

This is blues

The real blues

Real O.G. Blues. No fancy shit!

This is the real face of the blues right here.

this is how it’s done with real blues!

this that old school real sittin on your porch blues!

That’s REAL old school blues

Oh man….. that’s the Blues baby….. that’s the real, down South, low down, heartfelt blues.

Authentic, real Blues, Love it.

it doesnt get anymore authentic than this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now that is the blues.

THE BLUES

true blues

Pure Blues

Blues is timeless.

there is nothing as hard as the blues

This man over here folks is the blues himself!

Great melody that shows blues music comes from the soul.

The blues is very expressive, and it is the foundation of rock music!

True music, with emotion, feelings.. His soul is speakin

the Blues needs no roaring electric guitars and smashing drums to show all the hard aspects of life without disguise

Clapton who?…THIS IS THE BLUES, R.L. shows you how it smells, looks, taste, sounds, and most importantly how it feels. Clapton never had babies cry in the background of his performances

it’s only perfect because he’s authentic

that look in his eyes at 4:05…. thats the blues right there

The blues is real, that’s why the blues lives on.

That’s from far one of the best blues I never heard… real blues… from the guts… not from the wallets !!!

This is where the blues started – AND THIS IS WHERE THE BLUES ENDS.

—Nathan Salsburg (curator, Alan Lomax Archive), “Part V of Against Authenticity,” Oxford American (6/21/13)

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*As I’ve mentioned, I had the great pleasure of working with Albert, co-producing his 1978 album Ice Pickin’ (Alligator)—singular guitarist, sweet guy.

Friday, July 12th

D’Angelo (with Questlove, drums; Pino Palladino, bass; Kuumba Frank Lacy, trombone, trumpet; Chalmers “Spanky” Alford, guitar; Anthony Hamilton, vocals, et al.), live, Switzerland (Montreux Jazz Festival), 2000


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musical thoughts

No stage anywhere in the world can compare with the one that exists in the imagination. Where else can you find Jimi Hendrix jamming with Miles Davis? Sam Cooke singing with Smokey Robinson? Sly Stone taking everybody higher with Sun Ra?

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Happy Birthday, Suzanne!

Wednesday, July 10th

3

Matthew Shipp Trio (MS, piano; Michael Bisio, bass; Whit Dickey, drums), live, Cold Spring, N.Y., 2011

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reading table

Don’t be too eager to ask
What the gods have in mind for us . . .

—Horace (65 BC-25 BC), Ode I.11 (excerpt; translated from Latin by David Ferry)

 

Tuesday, July 9th

They play each note as if, at that particular moment, nothing in the world is more important.

György Kurtág (1926-) and Márta Kurtág, live, Kurtág (Játékok [Games]) and Bach (miscellaneous transcriptions), Paris, 2012

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musical (and other) thoughts

Q. One last question—are you a believer?

A [G. Kurtág]. I do not know. I toy with the idea. Consciously, I am certainly an atheist, but I do not say it out loud, because if I look at Bach, I cannot be an atheist. Then I have to accept the way he believed. His music never stops praying. And how can I get closer if I look at him from the outside? I do not believe in the Gospels in a literal fashion, but a Bach fugue has the Crucifixion in it—as the nails are being driven in. In music, I am always looking for the hammering of the nails. . . . That is a dual vision. My brain rejects it all. But my brain isn’t worth much.

—Alex Ross, New Yorker blog, quoting György Kurtág: Three Interviews and Ligeti Homages (2009)

Saturday, July 6th

achieving world peace: a how-to guide

Last night, at FitzGerald’s (see the last two posts), everybody was intoxicated by music. Violent behavior? None. Here, at this club 7,500 miles away, the story’s the same, as you’ll see. The way to world peace seems plain: put a club on every corner.

Fendika, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia

Friday, July 5th

tonight

These guys will be at FitzGerald’s (see yesterday’s post)—me, too.

St. Paul and the Broken Bones, “Broken Bones and Pocket Change,” live, Nashville, 2012


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Went to Mercury Lounge tonite. I have seen the future of music & the name of the band is St. Paul & the Broken Bones.

—Rosanne Cash, Twitter, 6/5/13

Wednesday, July 3rd

what’s new

I don’t understand a word of German. No matter. Commitment and passion don’t require translation.

Carolin Widmann (violin), playing and talking; Morton Feldman (1926-1987), Violin and Orchestra (1979); CM, Frankfurt Radio Symphony Orchestra (Emilio Pomarico, cond.), ECM Records, 5/13

Monday, July 1st

what’s new

M.I.A., “Bring the Noize,” 6/13


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this just in

It is a slightly intellectually undemanding thing to do, being a rock singer, but, you know, you make the best of it.

Mick Jagger

Saturday, June 29th

White folks are cool, too.

Buddy Miller and Jim Lauderdale, live, Washington, D.C., 2013

Friday, June 28th

what’s new

Mavis Staples, “I Like The Things About Me” (R. Staples & M. Stubbs), One True Vine, 6/13

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random thoughts

Language, no matter how much it’s used, never seems to get used up. Take this sentence, for instance, which opens Donald Ray Pollock’s story collection Knockemstiff: “My father showed me how to hurt a man one August night at the Torch Drive-in when I was seven years old.” Not one of these words is unusual, nor is the syntax. But this particular set of words, in this particular order, never existed before. How improbable is that?