Friday, March 20th
Sounds echo across generations. Here, on the 88th birthday of my long-gone father, are sounds I first heard through my sons.
TV on the Radio, live (studio performance), Santa Monica, 2014
Sounds echo across generations. Here, on the 88th birthday of my long-gone father, are sounds I first heard through my sons.
TV on the Radio, live (studio performance), Santa Monica, 2014
sounds of Chicago
Matthias Kranebitter (1980-), pack the box (with five dozen of my liquor jugs) (2013)
Mocrep, live, Chicago, 2014
[vimeo 111677932 w=560&h=315]
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Collage=life.
—Joseph Cornell, diary entry, 1964
what’s new
Dirty Beaches, “Time Washes Everything Away,” 12/14 (video)
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random thoughts: New Year’s resolution #3
Give up the wish to live in a world where making New Year’s resolutions would be something more than a reminder of how laughably little is within our control.
only rock ‘n’ roll
Couldn’t make it to Paris? (Me neither.)
St. Vincent, live, Paris, 10/31/14
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Most of the time I think of the self as a snare, and I don’t like being trapped in it. I try to reach out beyond my pittance of experience and connect to the world, but it turns out one way to do that is to be honest and accurate about my own life. I’m not convinced the personal is all that unique, anyway. It sometimes seems immoderate to claim really exceptional personal experiences, even though some of those experiences, particularly the painful ones, leave you with the worst feelings of isolation, feelings that have all the character of an absolutely individual, completely unprecedented experience—but you always find out that you aren’t alone. There are others, lots of others.
—Charles D’Ambrosio, email interview, New Yorker blog, 11/26/14
Insomniacs of generations past could never have imagined a world where an unwelcome awakening would yield a jewel like this.
Four Tet (AKA Kieran Hebden), live, Paris, 11/1/14
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found words
Don’t Postpone Joy!
—album title (Joe McPhee Survival Unit III)
sounds of Argentina
Juana Molina, live, Paris, 2013*
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musical thoughts
Tempo, rhythm, improvisation—baseball, too, is music.
Mike Moustakas (third base), Kansas City Royals, 10/14/14
*Set list (courtesy of YouTube):
– Wed 21 00:50
– Eras 04:06
– Lo decidi yo 10:11
– Ay, no se ofendan 14:41
– Un dia 21:20
– Las edades 29:03
– Sin guia, no 34:59
– Final feliz 41:15
keep on dancing
“Since The Accident”
Obsolete Music Technology, 2012
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Specter’s Shattered Mix, 2012
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“Come this way, this way
blind man!”
little butterfly—Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827; translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue)
composer, n. somebody who wants to hear sounds nobody’s ever heard before.
Mario Diaz de León (1979-), Prism Path; International Contemporary Ensemble (ICE),* live, New York, 2011
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*Claire Chase, flutes; Eric Lamb, flutes; Joshua Rubin, clarinets; Cory Smythe, piano; Nathan Davis, percussion; Mario Diaz de León, electronics.
sounds of Norway
Maja S. K. Ratkje, live (music begins at 1:40), Norway (Punkt Festival, Kristiansand), 2013
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A Prison gets to be a friend —
Between its Ponderous face
And Ours — a Kinsmanship express —
And in its narrow Eyes —We come to look with gratitude
For the appointed Beam
It deal us — stated as Our food —
And hungered for — the same —We learn to know the Planks —
That answer to Our feet —
So miserable a sound — at first —
Nor ever now — so sweet —As plashing in the Pools —
When Memory was a Boy —
But a Demurer Circuit —
A Geometric Joy —The Posture of the Key
That interrupt the Day
To Our Endeavor — Not so real
The Check of Liberty —As this Phantasm Steel —
Whose features — Day and Night —
Are present to us — as Our Own —
And as escapeless — quite —The narrow Round — the Stint —
The slow exchange of Hope —
For something passiver — Content
Too steep for looking up —The Liberty we knew
Avoided — like a Dream —
Too wide for any night but Heaven —
If That — indeed — redeem ——Emily Dickinson (1830-1886; Franklin #456)