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Saturday, October 14th

sounds of Chicago, Amsterdam, Vienna

Made to Break (Ken Vandermark, tenor saxophone, compositions; Tim Daisy, drums; Jasper Stadhouders, bass; Christof Kurzmann, electronics), live, Macedonia (Skopje), 2016

“Dial the Number”

 

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“Theme”

 

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Offering
by W.S. Merwin (1927-)

Saturday morning and the trades
are back trading out of the east
offering their samples of cloud
each the only one of its kind
and each of them changing even
as it is offered only once
without a word except the one
sound of hushing to say that this
is all happening in secret
this unrepeatable present
only today for the lucky one

Friday, October 13th

what’s new

St. Vincent, “Pills” (Masseduction, 10/13/17)

 

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A crow
has settled on a bare branch—
autumn evening.

—Matsuo Basho, 1644-1694 (translated from Japanese by Robert Hass)

Thursday, October 12th

mesmerizing

John Luther Adams (1953-), Four Thousand Holes (2010)
Taka Kigawa (piano), Chris Graham (percussion), live, New York, 2017

 

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This road—
no one goes down it,
autumn evening.

—Matsuo Basho, 1644-1694 (translated from Japanese by Robert Hass)

Tuesday, October 10th

drum festival
day two

Hamid Drake (MCOTD Hall of Fame, drums), Sylvain Kassap (clarinets), Benjamin Duboc (bass), live, France (Pantin), 2016

 

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I haven’t died before, so I sometimes get a bad case of beginner’s nerves, but they soon pass.

—Cory Taylor (1955-2016), Dying: A Memoir

Wednesday, September 27th

what’s new

Björk, “The Gate,” 9/20/17

 

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Said is missaid.

—Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), “Worstword Ho” (1983)

Monday, September 25th

Ever heard this instrument before? (Me neither.)

Kazue Sawai (1941-), bass koto, live, Tokyo, 2009

 

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All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

—Samuel Beckett (1906-1989), “Worstword Ho” (1983)

Thursday, September 21st

never enough

Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750), The Well-Tempered Clavier, Book 1
András Schiff (piano), live, London, 9/7/17

 

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Cold night: the wild duck,
sick, falls from the sky
and sleeps awhile.

—Matsuo Basho (1644-1694), translated from Japanese by Robert Hass

Tuesday, September 12th

Sometimes a simple melody can be more than enough.

Frank Lacy and 10³²K (FL, trombone; Kevin Ray, bass; Andrew Drury,  percussion), “I’ll Be Right Here Waiting” (S. McCall), live, Troy, N.Y., 2016

 

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from the mist
stinging insects
emerge

—Kobayashi Issa, 1763-1827 (translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue)

Monday, September 11th

It was, I recall, a cloudless morning in Chicago, as it was in New York. I had a hearing scheduled in federal court, but then, after the second plane hit, court was cancelled. We sat in front of the TV, unable to turn away.

William Basinski, “Disintegration Loop 1.1,” 2001

 

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Photograph from September 11
by Wislawa Szymborska (1923-2012; MCOTD Hall of Fame), translated from Polish by Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak

They jumped from the burning floors—
one, two, a few more,
higher, lower.

The photograph halted them in life,
and now keeps them
above the earth toward the earth.

Each is still complete,
with a particular face
and blood well hidden.

There’s enough time
for hair to come loose,
for keys and coins
to fall from pockets.

They’re still within the air’s reach,
within the compass of places
that have just opened.

I can do only two things for them—
describe this flight
and not add a last line.

Saturday, September 9th

Need a break from listening to yourself?

Kaija Saariaho (1952-), Nocturne for solo violin (1994)
Alexi Kenney (violin), live, New York, 2016

 

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John Ashbery (July 28, 1927-September, 3, 2017)

Whatever we’re dealing with catches us
in mid-reconsideration. It’s beautiful,
my lord, just not made to be repeated,
that’s all.

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It was a moment, what can I say.

—John Ashbery (1927-), “A Breakfast Radish,” “Domani, Dopodomani” (fragments), Breezeway (2015)