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Tuesday, 9/29/09

With a big shout-out to my older son Alex, here—on his birthday (22!)—is a small sampling of the music he’s opened my ears to.

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The Very Best

Here’s something he emailed me just last week—new sounds out of Africa (by way of England).

The Very Best, “Julia”

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The Pains of Being Pure at Heart

Here’s a show he saw over the summer, while living in New York.

The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, live, NYC (South Street Seaport), 7/09

“Come Saturday”

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“Everything With You”

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“The Pains of Being Pure at Heart”

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Amadou & Mariam

I might have gotten around to Amadou & Mariam sooner or later on my own, but thanks to Alex—who played me their (wonderful) album Dimanche a Bamako a few years ago—I got to this Malian duo sooner. (He and I saw them together, at Chicago’s Park West, in May, just a few months after this performance.)

Amadou & Mariam, “Sebeke,” live, Paris, 2008

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Talib Kweli

Several years ago, thanks to Alex, I first heard this hip-hop artist’s (terrific) album Quality.

Talib Kweli, “Get By,” live, NYC, 2007

Want to hear the original studio track? Here. (Yeah, that’s Kanye at 1:20 and again at 3:24—he produced this track.)

(For all you hip-hop-&-law trivia buffs, Kweli’s the answer to the following question: What hip-hop artist has a brother who’s a professor at a top law school? [Jamal Greene, Columbia].)

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Want to see the world (bits and pieces of it, anyway) through the eyes of one now-22-year-old? Here. Here. Here.

Wednesday, 9/23/09

May, 2012

Nobel-Prize-winning economist devises a way to turn faces—images of them, that is—into marketable commodities: the more expressive the face, the greater the value.

March, 2013

Haiti is named one of the world’s wealthiest countries.

Arcade Fire, “Haiti”

Saturday, 9/19/09

Here—with a shout-out to Rachael Zalutsky, the 20-something woman who cuts my hair while we talk about music (among other things)—is Battles, a band she opened my ears to.

Battles, live, Chicago, 2007

For those who’re interested in such genealogical details, one of the group’s members, Tyondai Braxton (he’s the guy on the right in the above still), is the son of Anthony Braxton, reed player, composer, bandleader extraordinaire—not to mention MacArthur “genius” grant winner and Wesleyan University professor.

And for those who’re interested in, uh, words, the lyrics to this (“Atlas”) can be found here.

Want to hear more? Here.

Monday, 9/14/09

If I didn’t have kids, would my ears be stuck, forever, on “repeat”?

Here’s something my younger son Luke, who just started college, played for me recently, after first pronouncing it, with quiet but absolute authority, the best thing this guy has done (already Luke’s learned that what’s important isn’t to be right; it’s to seem right).

Lupe Fiasco, “Hip Hop Saved My Life,” live, Los Angeles, 2008

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And here’s a track my older son Alex played for me a couple weeks ago, before heading back to school.

Dirty Projectors, “Stillness Is The Move”

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Koan for aging parents: What is the sound of a childless house?

Wednesday, 9/9/09

Here’s Jim Dickinson—the great Memphis-and-Mississippi-based piano player, session musician (Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Ry Cooder, et al.), record producer (John Hiatt, Albert King, the Replacements, et al.), father of Luther and Cody Dickinson (of the Grammy-nominated North Mississippi Allstars)—who died last month (8/15) at the age of 67. In this clip, he’s listening, with the Rolling Stones, to a playback of “Wild Horses” (Sticky Fingers [1971]), on which he played piano. Somehow it seems appropriate to remember Dickinson with a clip in which you hardly see him (he’s the guy sitting next to Keith [:53]). So many of the finest session musicians and record producers work their magic this way: listening to the music, you hardly notice them; but take them away and the music would be a whole other color—as different as blue and green.

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Here Dickinson talks about a session he produced (Boister):

— “They managed to overcome their educations real well.”

— “They’re all capable of soloing ad nauseam.”

— “You can feel them feeling it.”

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Not only did Dickinson play piano and produce records; he also, now and then, wrote songs. Here are two takes on a song he wrote with Ry Cooder and John Hiatt, “Across the Borderline.”

Bob Dylan and Tom Petty, live, Buffalo, 1986

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Jackson Browne, Bruce Springsteen, and Bonnie Raitt, live, Los Angeles, 1990

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Some of the records I’ve done, really obscure things, will be the ones that somebody will tell you saved their lives. You’ll meet a weird guy in Amsterdam who’ll say ‘I had the gun in my mouth until I heard that record.’ So you never know, you just never know.”—Jim Dickinson

As a producer, it really is all about taste. And I’m not the greatest piano player in the world, but I’ve got damn good taste. I’ll sit down and go taste with anybody.”—Jim Dickinson

“I’m just dead, I’m not gone.”—Jim Dickinson

Monday, 9/7/09

Here—with a shout-out to my brother Don, with whom (at the age of 15) I saw the MC5  in Chicago’s Lincoln Park during the 1968 Democratic Convention (when nobody outside the Detroit/Ann Arbor area [including us] knew who they were)—is an awfully good cover, from what might seem an unlikely source, of one of their “greatest hits.”

Jeff Buckley, “Kick Out The Jams,” live, Chicago, 1995

And here, courtesy, apparently, of the Department of Defense, is (silent) footage of the scene in Lincoln Park on August 25, 1968—the day the MC5 (who appear here fleetingly) played.

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Von Freeman, the now-86-year-old tenor saxophonist—he still sounds terrific—toward the end of his Chicago Jazz Festival set yesterday afternoon in Grant Park, after introducing two young musicians: “I was that age once—I just don’t remember when.”