like-nobody-else x 2
Cecil Taylor Trio (CT, 1929-2018, piano; Jimmy Lyons, alto saxophone; Sunny Murray, drums) with Albert Ayler (1936-1970, tenor saxophone), “Four,” excerpt (C. Taylor), live, Copenhagen, 1962
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A Bomb upon the Ceiling
Is an improving thing –
It keeps the nerves progressive
Conjecture flourishing –—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from 1150 (Franklin)
tonight in Chicago
They’re playing at Corbett v. Dempsey.
Ken Vandermark (reeds) and Nate Wooley (trumpet), live, Copenhagen, 2016
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Forever – is composed of Nows –
—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from 690 (Franklin)
like nobody else
Anthony Braxton ZIM Sextet (AB, 1945-, reeds, composition; Taylor Ho Bynum, cornet, flugelhorn, trombone; Ingrid Laubrock, reeds; Tomeka Reid, cello; Shelley Burgon, harp; Jacqueline Kerrod, harp; Dan Peck, tuba), live, Germany (Moers), 2017
sounds of Chicago
Listen to this guitarist (2:47-), who just celebrated his 92nd birthday with a gig at Chicago’s Green Mill. Even at twenty-three he was utterly original.
Charlie Parker (1920-1955, alto saxophone) with George Freeman (1927-, guitar), et al., “Keen and Peachy” (C. Parker), live, Chicago, 1950
sounds of New York
Right now, in the midst of a noisy criminal trial, nothing seems more appealing than something peaceful, something quiet.
Jürg Frey (1953-), Extended Circular Music No. 7; Singularity, live, New York, 2018
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I don’t know anything about consciousness. I just try to teach my students how to hear the birds sing.
what’s new
More from this new album.
Joe Lovano (tenor saxophone, percussion), “One Time In,” published 2/11/19 (Trio Tapestry with Marilyn Crispell [piano], Carmen Castaldi [drums], 2019)
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Emily Dickinson, writing to her cousins (Louise and Frances Norcross) after the death of their father, closes with this (letter #278, poem #528 [Franklin], 1863):
Let Emily sing for you because she cannot pray.
‘Tis not that Dying hurts us so –
‘Tis Living – hurts us more –
But Dying – is a different way –
A kind behind the Door –The Southern Custom – of the Bird –
That ere the Frosts are due –
Accepts a better Latitude –
We – are the Birds – that stay.The Shiverers round Farmer’s doors –
For whose reluctant Crumb –
We stipulate – till pitying Snows
Persuade our Feathers Home