like nobody else
Ran Blake (1935-), Above the Sadness, trailer
Mica Levi, “Love” (soundtrack, Under the Skin)
Oliver Coates (cello and electronics), live, London, 2014
Stargaze, live, Netherlands (The Hague), 2016
voices I miss
Tenor saxophonist Von Freeman (1923-2012, MCOTD Hall of Fame), “Footprints” (W. Shorter), live, Minneapolis, 1996 (Live at the Dakota);* Dead of Summer (Jean Seberg), 1970
Autumn weighs upon me
but tomorrow will come
and I will miss tonight
—Yosa Buson (1716-1783), translated from Japanese by W.S. Merwin and Takako Lento
*With Bobby Peterson, piano; Terry Burns, bass; Phil Hey, drums.
Imaginary Landscapes: A Film on Brian Eno (1989)
I wanted to make a kind of music that had the long now and the big here.
sounds of Cambodia
Don’t Think I’ve Forgotten: Cambodia’s Lost Rock and Roll, 2014
Need a jolt?
Ballet mecanique (1924) by Fernand Leger and Dudley Murphy (cinematography by Man Ray), with original score by George Anthiel (1900-1959), as performed in 1989 by the New Palais Royale Orchestra and Percussion Ensemble (Maurice Peress, cond.)
This I bumped into Friday at the Art Institute of Chicago, where it’s playing, continuously, in the exhibit Shatter Rupture Break, which runs through May 3rd.
Here are two more takes on the song we heard Sunday (“Leaning on the Everlasting Arms”)—both from Hollywood.
Robert Mitchum with Lillian Gish, The Night of the Hunter, 1955
Van Johnson, et al., A Human Comedy, 1943
art beat: more from Friday at the Art Institute of Chicago
Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890), A Peasant Woman Digging in Front of Her Cottage, c. 1885
Dixie Hummingbirds, We Love You Like a Rock (excerpts), 1995
You would think that living is a kind of scholarship in time, and that the longer we live the more expert we become at coping with it, in the way that, if you play tennis enough, you get used to coping with faster and faster serves. Instead I find that the longer I live the more bemused I become, and the more impenetrable the subject shows itself to be. I sit on a heap of days.
—Samantha Harvey, Dear Thief (James Wood, “Fly Away,” New Yorker, 12/8/14)
taking a break
I’m taking some time off—back in a while.
only rock ’n’ roll
MC5: A True Testimonial (2002)
Thanks to my brother Don for the tip. We first encountered these guys in Chicago’s Lincoln Park during the 1968 Democratic Convention. The park is still there. But that moment, when, as a teenager, nothing mattered more than intensity and attitude, is long gone.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell the advertising from the conceptual art. Last night, while driving to Hyde Park to hear pianist Rafal Blechacz, I came upon a billboard:
Who knew Diet Coke could be so deep?