They sounded so good last Sunday—let’s hear some more.
Pastor B. L. Blade with Daniel Lanois (guitar, vocals), Brian Blade (drums), et al.
“The Maker” (D. Lanois), excerpt (“Oh, river rise from your sleep.”)
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lagniappe
random thoughts
How strange it seems sometimes, like the other day in the shower, to have hands and feet.
sui generis
Quintron and Miss Pussycat, “Freedom,” New Orleans
Too Thirsty For Love, 2008
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lagniappe
reading table
Language is finite and formal; reality is infinite and formless. Order is comic; chaos is tragic.
—John Updike, Assorted Prose (1965)
two takes
It’s spring!
“Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most” (T. Wolf & F. Landesman)
Betty Carter (1929-1998), Inside Betty Carter, 1964
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Bob Dorough (1923-), Right On My Way Home, 1997
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lagniappe
reading table
spring rain—
the uneaten ducks
are quacking—Kobayashi Issa, 1813 (translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue)
keep on dancing
How many steps separate the club and the church?
Theo Parrish, Netherlands (Amsterdam), 2011
Cajmere, “Brighter Days”
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lagniappe
musical thoughts
Wash up in the sound if you want to . . .
Theo inviting folks to the gig:
From Zion Baptist Church in Shreveport to Miles Davis Hall in Montreux.
Black Dub (Daniel Lanois, guitar, pedal steel guitar, vocals; Brian Blade, drums; Trixie Whitley, guitar, keyboards, vocals; Jim Wilson, bass, vocals), Montreux, Switzerland, 2011
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Set list (courtesy of YouTube):
1) Intro
2) Surely
3) I Believe In You
4) Steel
5) The Collection Of Marie Claire
6) Silverado
7) The Messenger
8) I’d Rather Go Blind
9) Ring The Alarm
Screwdriver business just gets me confused . . .
Billy Bragg, “Handyman Blues,” 2013
heaven, n. a place where each morning you’d be awakened by a different combination of musical instruments.
Living By Lanterns (Mike Reed, drums; Jason Adasiewicz, vibraphone; Tomeka Reid, cello, et al.), live, Switzerland (Zurich), 2013
two takes: “Vana Vasesi”
Mancingelani (South Africa), 2010
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Theo Parrish Remix, 2011
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lagniappe
found words
I love America but America don’t love me.
—a guy sitting in front of me on the ‘L’, over and over
alone
John Cage, Solo for flute, from Concert for Piano (1958); Eric Lamb, flute (International Contemporary Ensemble); Chicago, 2012
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lagniappe
musical thoughts
Music is theater for the ear. Take this performance. The phrasing, the interplay between sound and silence—this unfolds like something by Samuel Beckett.
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taking a(nother) break
Back in a while.
Lord, have mercy . . .
Rev. Gary Davis, “Death Don’t Have No Mercy,” c. 1970
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