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Friday, February 20th

what’s new

Daniel Knox, “Don’t Touch Me” (Daniel Knox, Carrot Top Records, 2/24/15)


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Some people really are what they seem to be—though not that many.

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Like most explanations, it’s as plausible as anything else.

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Character, to me, is one more lie of history and the dramatic arts. In my view, we have only what we did yesterday, what we do today, and what we might do tomorrow. Plus, whatever we think about all of that. But nothing else—nothing hard or kernel like. I’ve never seen evidence of anything resembling it. In fact I’ve seen the opposite: life as teeming and befuddling, followed by the end.

—Richard Ford, “The New Normal” (Let Me Be Frank With You)

 

Wednesday, February 18th

white folks got soul, too
(day three)

J.J. Cale (1938-2013)

“Call Me the Breeze” (J.J. Cale), live, Tulsa, 2004


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“After Midnight” (J.J. Cale), live (with Eric Clapton), Dallas, 2004

Thursday, January 22nd

my back pages

On this date in 1977, at a church thirty miles north of Chicago, amidst the cold and the snow and the dark, tenor saxophonist Von Freeman (1923-2012), a MCOTD Hall-of-Famer, played for a wedding. He was accompanied by pianist John Young (1922-2008). Here is how they sounded that night, as people were entering the church (0:15-, “Somewhere Over the Rainbow,” “It Never Entered My Mind,” “More”), as the bride walked down the aisle (8:00-, “In a Sentimental Mood”), and as folks were leaving (10:20-, “My Favorite Things,” “Song for My Father”).

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Von Freeman

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Saturday, January 17th

If your appetite for new music is insatiable, what better time to be alive?

Tyshawn Sorey (1980-), Quartet for Butch Morris (2012); International Contemporary Ensemble (ICE), featuring Erik Carlson (violin); Joshua Rubin (bass clarinet), Eric Lamb (flute), Cory Smythe (piano); live, New York, 2012

Six decades of listening and, until yesterday, I’d never heard this particular combination of instruments. You?

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art beat: yesterday at the Art Institute of Chicago

James Ensor (1860-1949), Rooftops of Ostend, 1884 (Temptation: The Demons of James Ensor, through January 25th)

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Nature, the sky above us, is conducting no mean politics when it presents beauty to all, without discrimination, and nothing old and defective, but fresh and most tasty.

—Robert Walser (1878-1956), “Snowdrops,” excerpt (translated from German by Tom Whalen and Trudi Anderegg)

Monday, January 12th

from my desert-island list

No matter how many times I hear it, this recording, made over 80 years ago, never fails to sweep me away.

Frederic Chopin (1810-1849), Preludes, Op. 28
Alfred Cortot (1877-1962), piano, 1933

Saturday, January 10th

alone

This guy breathes life into whatever he plays. The other day we heard a Beethoven performance from 1993. Here he is in 1964.

Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750), Chromatic Fantasy and Fugue; Friedrich Gulda (1930-2000), piano, live, 1964

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‘[O]ur days on Earth are numbered, and the numbers are not that big.’

—Samantha Harvey, Dear Thief

Thursday, January 8th

voices I miss

Lester Bowie’s From the Root to the Source (MCOTD Hall-of-Famer Lester Bowie [1941-1999], trumpet; Fontella Bass, vocals, piano; Martha Bass, vocals; Malachi Favors, bass, et al.), live, 1983


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I walked through the mountains today. The weather was damp, and the entire region was grey. But the road was soft and in places very clean. At first I had my coat on; soon, however, I pulled it off, folded it together, and laid it upon my arm. The walk on the wonderful road gave me more and even more pleasure; first it went up and then descended again. The mountainous world appeared to me like an enormous theatre. The road snuggled up splendidly to the mountainsides. Then I came down into a deep ravine, a river roared at my feet, a train rushed past me with magnificent white smoke. The road went through the ravine like a smooth white stream, and as I walked on, to me it was as if the narrow valley were bending and winding around itself. Grey clouds lay on the mountains as though that were their resting place. I met a young traveller with a rucksack on his back, who asked if I had seen two other young fellows. No, I said. Had I come here from very far? Yes, I said, and went farther on my way. Not a long time, and I saw and heard the two young wanderers pass by with music. A village was especially beautiful with humble dwellings set thickly under the white cliffs. I encountered a few carts, otherwise nothing, and I had seen some children on the highway. We don’t need to see anything out of the ordinary. We already see so much.

—Robert Walser (1878-1956), “A Little Ramble” (translated from German by Tom Whalen)

Tuesday, January 6th

Three more takes.

Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827), Piano Sonata No. 31 in A flat major, excerpt (third movt.)

Friedrich Gulda (1930-2000), live, Japan, 1993

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Maurizio Pollini (1942-), live


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Rudolf Serkin (1903-1991), piano, live, 1987


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‘A book is a device to ignite the imagination.’

—Alan Bennett, The Uncommon Reader

Monday, January 5th

There are a handful of pieces I can’t imagine living without—this is one.

Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827), Piano Sonata No. 31 in A flat major, excerpt (third movt.); Igor Levit (piano), live, Amsterdam, 2013

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To say she is dead is senseless, just as senseless as it is to say I myself am alive.

—Samantha Harvey, Dear Thief

Tuesday, December 30th

Bela Bartok (1881-1945), Piano Concerto No. 1 (1926); Orchestre de Paris (Pierre Boulez, cond.) with Maurizio Pollini (piano), live, Paris, 2001

1st movt.

 

2nd movt.

 

3rd movt.

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musical thoughts

In this city there is no segregation: Bela Bartok lives down the block from R. H. Harris, Morton Feldman around the corner from D’Angelo.