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Monday, 7/2/12

joy, n. looking for something else and happening upon this.

Jack DeJohnette’s Special Edition (JD, drums; Rufus Reid, bass; Marty Erlich, bass clarinet; John Purcell, alto saxophone; Howard Johnson, tuba, baritone saxophone), live, Poland (Warsaw), 1983

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First, I’ll tell about the robbery our parents committed. Then about the murders, which happened later. The robbery is the more important part, since it served to set my and my sister’s lives on the courses they eventually followed. Nothing would make complete sense without that being told first.

Our parents were the least likely two people in the world to rob a bank. They weren’t strange people, not obviously criminals. No one would’ve thought they were destined to end up the way they did. They were just regular—although, of course, that kind of thinking became null and void the moment they did rob a bank.

—Richard Ford, Canada (2012)

Tuesday, 6/19/12

Turn it off: cellphone, email, Twitter—the whole modern rot.

Let this, and nothing else, surround you.

Frederic Chopin, Nocturne in D-flat major, Op. 27, No. 2
Martha Argerich (piano), live, Germany (Saarbrücken), 1972

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musical thoughts

In the right hands there are no notes—only mysteries.

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Then I considered the spiritual bread that a newspaper constitutes, still warm and moist as it emerges from the press and the morning mist in which it has been delivered at crack of dawn to the housemaids who take it to their masters with a bowl of milk, this miraculous loaf, multiplied ten-thousandfold and yet unique, which stays unchanged for everyone while proliferating across every threshold.

—Marcel Proust, The Fugitive (translated from French by Peter Collier)

Monday, 6/18/12

Happy (Day After) Father’s Day 

Nas (son) with Olu Dara (father), “Bridging the Gap” (2004)
(sampling Muddy Waters’ “Mannish Boy”)

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Here’s more from the old man.

David Murray Octet, “Dewey’s Circle” (DM, tenor saxophone; Olu Dara, trumpet; Butch Morris, cornet; George Lewis, trombone; Henry Threadgill, alto saxophone; Anthony Davis, piano; Wilber Morris, bass; Steve McCall, drums), Ming (Black Saint, 1980)

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Muddy Waters, “Mannish Boy” (Chess, 1955)

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People are mysterious, unfathomable—like divinities: natural objects for reverence. But our habits of thought turn the people around us into objects, the means for our self-protection.

—Lama John Makransky, “Family Practice,”
Tricycle, Summer 2001

Saturday, 6/16/12

two takes

Santigold, “Disparate Youth”

Recording & video, 2012

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Live (studio performance), BBC, 2012

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After a certain age our memories are so interwoven with each other that the object of our thoughts or the book which we are reading has practically no importance. We have left traces of ourselves everywhere, everything is fertile, everything is dangerous, and we can make discoveries every bit as precious in an advertisement for soap as Pascal’s Pensées.

—Marcel Proust, The Fugitive (translated from French by Peter Collier)

Wednesday, 6/6/12

three takes

“Fool For You” (C.L. Green)

Alice Smith, recording and video, 2011

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Cee Lo Green, feat. Melanie Fiona, recording, 2011

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Alice Smith, live, Washington, D.C. (Howard Theatre), 2012

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What will it all be like in five years’ time
when you try to remember?

—John Ashbery, “For John Clare” (excerpt)

Tuesday, 6/5/12

only rock ’n’ roll

Granted, there are no sure things in pop music; but how can a shaggy-red-haired sister-and-brother duo miss?

White Mystery, “Switch It Off,” live, New York, 2010

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World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural.

—Louis MacNiece (1907-1963), “Snow” (excerpt)

Saturday, 6/2/12

Ever feel like wandering, aimlessly, in a fog?

The Velvet Underground and Nico, directed by Andy Warhol (shot at his NYC studio, The Factory), 1966

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More than twenty years west of Mount Yen . . .
when the moon lights the summit at night I sing

—Stonehouse, The Zen Works of Stonehouse: Poems and Talks of a Fourteenth Century Chinese Hermit (translated from Chinese by Red Pine)

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Happy Birthday, Don!

Sixty-two?

I remember when you were twenty-six.

And six.

We met, as I recall, when you were two.

Wednesday, 5/16/12

It’s easy to play a lot of notes; what’s hard is to play a few.

Jon Hassell (trumpet), “Last Night The Moon Came,” live, Switzerland (Lausanne), 2009

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Barn’s burnt down—
now
I can see the moon.

—Mitzuta Masahide, 1657-1723 (translated from Japanese by Lucien Stryk and Takashi Ikemoto)

Friday, 5/11/12

The parade never ends.

Rebirth Brass Band, New Orleans (Treme Sidewalk Steppers Annual Second Line Parade), 2/6/12

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A highly anticipated moment of the social aid and pleasure club parade season is when the Treme Sidewalk Steppers emerge from the African-American Museum. First, comes the call of the trumpet and then a flash of color can be spied as a member waves a feathered fan and dances out the door. One by one, the Steppers strut their stuff as they energetically file down the sidewalk with a “look-at-me” attitude. Those in the waiting crowd on Gov. Nicholls Street, peer through the iron fence that surrounds the lovely building and gardens, trying to get a better look at the spectacle. They cheer at the triumph.

The Treme Sidewalk Steppers . . . was established in 1994 by a group of friends who were enthusiastic second line followers.

“We’d always go to the parades and parade on the sidewalk and have fun,” Sidewalk Steppers president Charlie Brown explains, “so we decided we might as well come up with our own.”

Brown as well as some dozen or so originators, including New Birth Brass Band’s Tanio Hingle and Kerry “Fat Man” Hunter, all hailed from the Treme so the name of their club was a natural. “That’s our neighborhood; that’s where we’re from,” Brown proudly states. “Being the oldest Black neighborhood in America and being raised around all these different musicians and just to have the culture makes it special to us. It’s in your blood–that’s what makes it so authentic with us.

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Since most of the club’s members grew up in the Treme neighborhood, they boast deep roots in and respect for the second-line culture. The Steppers take that base and serve it up with its certain, individual style and personality.

“We try to keep it in the tradition but we have our own little swagger,” Brown says. “We try to be unique in our dress and our ways. We love the fun in dancing and showing off our little parade gear. We take pride in it. We don’t take shortcuts with our parade.”

The Sidewalk Steppers’ outfits are usually specially designed and tailored for them rather than store-bought. Creating their decorative fans is a group effort that’s accomplished under the direction of original member Corey Holmes. . . .

While some clubs keep the colors of their outfits secret, the Treme Sidewalk Steppers declare them right on the route sheet . . .

“We want the people to know,” Brown explains. “Maybe our followers would like to dress in the colors we’re wearing. We invite that. We really love the people that love us and we appreciate them all. The followers made us–they made us as good as we are or are supposed to be.”

The Treme Sidewalk Steppers also kept the second liners in mind when drawing up the parade route. The procession primarily travels on wide thoroughfares like Basin Street, Broad Street, N. Claiborne Ave. and St. Bernard Ave. that offer the crowd room to move.

“We use main streets so people can be comfortable and we try to spread out so you can enjoy us and view us well,” he explains.

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“The Sidewalk Steppers mean everything to me,” Brown says with deep sincerity. “We give thanks to all the people who came before and how they gave this history to us and showed us the way.”

—Geraldine Wyckoff

Thursday, 5/10/12

two takes

“Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most” (T. Wolf & F. Landesman)

Bob Dorough, vocals & piano (Right On My Way Home, 1997)

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Betty Carter, vocals (Inside Betty Carter, 1964)

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Alcove
by John Ashbery
(Planisphere, 2009)

Is it possible that spring could be
once more approaching? We forget each time
what a mindless business it is, porous like sleep,
adrift on the horizon, refusing to take sides, “mugwump
of the final hour,” lest an agenda—horrors!—be imputed to it,
and the whole point of its being spring collapse
like a hole dug in sand. It’s breathy, though,
you have to say that for it.

And should further seasons coagulate
into years, like spilled, dried paint, why,
who’s to say we weren’t provident? We indeed
looked out for others as though they mattered, and they,
catching the spirit, came home with us, spent the night
in an alcove from which their breathing could be heard clearly.
But it’s not over yet. Terrible incidents happen
daily. That’s how we get around obstacles.