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Saturday, 6/19/10

replay: a clip too good for just one day

Muddy Waters, Saul Bellow, Steppenwolf Theater Company (John Malkovich, John Mahoney, Gary Sinise, Laurie Metcalf, et al.), Curtis Mayfield: a lot of great artists, musical and otherwise, have come out of Chicago in the last 50 years. Among the greatest is this group: the Art Ensemble of Chicago. While the horn players (Roscoe Mitchell, Joseph Jarman, Lester Bowie) got the lion’s share of the attention, what gave their music its juice—what made it dance—was (as you’ll hear) one of the finest rhythm sections ever: Malachi Favors, bass; Don Moye, drums.

Art Ensemble of Chicago, live, Poland (Warsaw), 1982 (in four parts)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

(I talk about the AEC in the past tense because, while recordings are still released under this name from time to time, with two key members [they were all “key members”] now dead—trumpeter Lester Bowie [1999] and bassist Malachi Favors [2004]—it just isn’t [nor could it be] the same.)

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subscribe

Many things in life don’t quite seem, alas, to live up to their billing. It appears that the RSS (Real Simple Syndication) service that’s referenced in the righthand column (under “Subscribe”) may fall into this category—at least, that is, for those of us who are (as the expression goes) of a certain age. The problem seems to lie at the threshold: “real simple.”

Anyway, in the life’s-too-short, keep-it-simple-stupid department, if you’d like to “subscribe” to this blog, just send me an email (Richard McLeese/rmcleeselaw@aol.com) with “subscribe” in the subject line and—voila!—you’ll be added to an ever-growing email list that will have you receiving an e-notice whenever there’s a new blog post. As indicated in the “About” section (see righthand column), this whole thing started from a very small (like, oh, two, sometimes three, folks) email list, which then grew, then grew some more. One of many miraculous things about electronic communication is that there’s always room for one more.

(Originally posted 9/8/09.)

Thursday, June 10, 2010

We still have this song . . .

—my 19-year-old son Luke, at the end of a long, hard day—one full of setbacks—as he played this (again) on the car CD player

Mike Posner, “You Don’t Have To Leave” (2009)

Want more? Here.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

guitar players who sound like nobody else, part 3

Sonny Sharrock (1940-1994)

Live (with Melvin Gibbs, bass; Abe Speller & Pheeroan Aklaf, drums), New York (Knitting Factory), 1988

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“Who Does She Hope To Be?” (with Pharoah Sanders, tenor saxophone; Charles Moffett, bass; Elvin Jones, drums), 1991

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

guitar players who sound like nobody else, part 2

Derek Bailey (1930-2005)

With tap-dancer Will Gaines, live, 1995

Want more of Will Gaines? Here.

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Playing (and talking) for friends, New York, 2001

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With the Shaking Ray Levis, live, New York, 2003

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“Laura,” 2002

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lagniappe

Playing music is not really susceptible to theory much. Circumstances affect it so much.

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Personally, I`ve found that the kind of thing that I like is going into somebody else’s area and not playing their music but doing whatever I do in their area.

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I like duos with percussionists. I like the songs that percussionists sing.

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You can’t always wait for a composer to write the music you want to play.

—Derek Bailey

Monday, June 7, 2010

guitar players who sound like nobody else, part 1

John Fahey (1939-2001)

“On the Sunny Side of the Ocean,” live, Germany (Hamburg), 1978

Thursday, June 3, 2010

She is—to borrow from Duke Ellington—beyond category.

Patsy Cline, live (TV broadcasts)

“Three Cigarettes (In An Ashtray),” 1957

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“Crazy,” 1962

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“I Fall To Pieces,” 1963

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Here’s a big (60th!) birthday shout-out to my brother Don.

How could we ever have gone wrong musically, given where we started?

Perry Como, “Hot Diggity (Dog Ziggity Boom),” live (TV broadcast), 1956

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Sometimes you don’t feel like Beethoven.

Or Miles Davis.

Or the Soul Stirrers.

What you want is a jolt.

Micachu & The Shapes, “Lips”

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This is what I call PR.

[Mica Levi of Micachu & The Shapes is] the most singular artist leading the future-pop frontier, with an instinctual understanding of music only possible from one of those rare lives where rhythms, melodies, discord and noise have underpinned every last waking second.

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Born in Guildford and raised in Watford, Mica Levi couldn’t have had much more of a musical upbringing if she was conceived between Mozart and an oboe and forced to grow up inside a grand piano.

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‘Lips’ is a short, sharp procession of maddening fret-hits and taunting vocal refrains that lead you everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

—Rough Trade Records

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live music on the radio

One of my favorite radio stations, WFMU-FM, is broadcasting live today from the Primavera Sound Festival in Barcelona: the Almighty Defenders, Cold Cave, Van Dyke Parks, et al.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Here’s a piece that sounds different every time you hear it.

John Cage, 4’ 33” (1952)/David Tudor, piano

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I didn’t wish it [4′ 33″] to appear, even to me, as something easy to do or as a joke. I wanted to mean it utterly and be able to live with it.

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Until I die there will be sounds. And they will continue following my death. One need not fear about the future of music.

—John Cage

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mail

Thank you so much for this.

—Robert Ambrose (in response to an email letting him know that he and Bent Frequency were featured here)

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art beat

Tomorrow’s the last day to see the William Eggleston exhibit at Chicago’s Art Institute.

Want more? Here. Here.


Thursday, May 20, 2010

These guys sounded awfully good the other day—let’s hear some more.

Trombone Shorty and Orleans Avenue, “Orleans & Claiborne,” live, New Orleans, 2010

There are a lot of things to like about this performance. One is the way Shorty, following two hot solos (tenor, baritone), doesn’t try to out-blow those guys. Instead, he changes directions (3:20). Sometimes nothing packs more punch than restraint. (Yeah, I don’t know why this clip cuts off when it does, either.)

Want more? Here.

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passings

Soon I’ll be leaving for a funeral—my uncle, Hugh Frebault. Nine days ago we sat and talked and laughed for over an hour; now he’s silent. Does life get any more understandable as you get older? I don’t think so—if anything, it seems to become only more mysterious, more unfathomable.

Blind Willie Johnson, “Dark Was The Night – Cold Was The Ground” (1927, Dallas)