Thursday, September 19th
sounds of New York
day four
Nicolas Jaar (1990-, DJ), live, New York, 2013
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lagniappe
reading table
What is the language using us for?
—W. S. Graham (1918-1986), from the poem so titled
sounds of New York
day four
Nicolas Jaar (1990-, DJ), live, New York, 2013
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lagniappe
reading table
What is the language using us for?
—W. S. Graham (1918-1986), from the poem so titled
sounds of New York
day two
Sam Pluta (1979-), Broken Symmetries (2011-12); Wet Ink Ensemble (Sam Pluta, electronics; Joshua Modney, violin; Erin Lesser, piccolo; Alex Mincek, tenor saxophone; Eric Wubbels, piano; Ian Antonio, percussion), live, New York, 2016
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lagniappe
random sights
other day, Bellwood, Ill.
sounds of New York
day one
Jason Kao Hwang Human Rites Trio (JKH, compositions, violin, viola; Ken Filiano, bass; Andrew Drury, drums), live, New York, 7/16/19
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Today is very nothing like / Any other day that once soared / In this place.
—W.S. Graham (1918-1986), from “The Don Brown Route”
sounds of New York
Craig Taborn (piano, electronics), Cory Smythe (piano, electronics), “X’s and Y’s,” live, New York, 2018
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SHOE FROM THE WAVES
oh he got a shoe from the waves
—Robert Grenier (1941-), A Day at the Beach (1984)
more
Andrew Cyrille (1939-, drums) with Peter Brötzmann (reeds), live, New York, 6/11/19
more
Andrew Cyrille (1939-, drums) with Tomeka Reid (cello), Beatrice Capote (dance), live, New York, 6/11/19
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dancing butterflies—
my journey forgotten
for a while—Kobayashi Issa, 1763-1827 (translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue)
what’s new
Andrew Cyrille (1939-, drums) with Wadada Leo Smith (trumpet), Brandon Ross (guitar), live, New York, 6/11/19
(Taking a break—back in a while.)
Need a break from America 2019?
Joseph Haydn (1732-1809), String Quartet in C major, Op. 20, No. 2; Danish String Quartet, live, New York, 2018
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The roaring of the wind is my wife and the Stars through the window pane are my Children.
—John Keats (1795-1821), letter to his brother George Keats, 1818