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Thursday, July 23rd

This guitar player gets around. Last weekend Wilco—he’s been a member since 2004—headlined Chicago’s Pitchfork Music Festival. Here he’s playing a small performance space in Brooklyn.

BB&C (Tim Berne, alto saxophone; Jim Black, drums; Nels Cline, guitar), live, New York (Shapeshifter Lab), 2012

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random sights

yesterday morning
Columbus Park, Chicago

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Saturday, July 18th

Here’s more of drummer Paal Nilssen-Love and reed player Ken Vandermark—this time together.

Live, Romania (Oradea), 2012


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These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand. / They are only meant to terrify & comfort.

—John Berryman (1914-1972, MCOTD Hall of Fame), Dream Song 366

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random sights

last night
Columbus Park, Chicago

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Friday, July 17th

timeless

Otis Redding (with Booker T. & the M.G.’s, Sam & Dave), live, 1967

Wednesday, July 15th

One. One. Then two.

Nate Wooley (trumpet), Ken Vandermark (saxophone), live (studio performance), Pittsburgh, 2015

Thursday, July 9th

tonight in Chicago

This saxophonist will be playing at Elastic Arts.

Jon Irabagon Trio (JI, tenor saxophone; Mark Helias, bass; Barry Altschul, drums), live, Austria (Ulrichsberg), 2013


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Danny Lyon (1942-), Texas Department of Corrections (Walls Unit), Huntsville, Texas, 1968

USA. Huntsville, Texas. 1968. The Walls is a walled penitentiary, it is the oldest unit of the system and is located near the center of the town of Huntsville. Cell block table.

Monday, June 22nd

More of Ornette.

Ornette Coleman Trio (David Izenzon, bass; Charles Moffett, percussion), playing and talking, Paris, 1966

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Helen Levitt (1913-2009; MCOTD Hall of Fame), New York, c. 1940

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Tuesday, June 16th

More of Ornette.

Ornette Coleman (alto saxophone) with Don Cherry (cornet), Charlie Haden (bass), and Billy Higgins (drums), The Shape of Jazz to Come, 1959*


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radio

WKCR’s memorial broadcast continues until 9:30 a.m. tomorrow.

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*Track list (courtesy of YouTube):

00:00 Lonely Woman
05:01 Eventually
09:24 Peace
18:25 Focus on Sanity
25:18 Congeniality
32:07 Chronology

Saturday, June 13th

passings

Ornette Coleman, saxophonist (trumpeter and violinist, too), composer, bandleader, March 9, 1930-June 11, 2015

Today we remember him by revisiting earlier posts.

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3/9/11

His sound—his whole approach (simple melodies, vocal phrasing, off-center intonation)—is drenched in the blues.

Ornette Coleman (alto saxophone) with The Roots
Live, London (Meltdown Festival), 2009

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The tenor player at the end—that’s David Murray.

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3/9/12

Ornette Coleman Quartet with guests Joshua Redman (tenor saxophone), James Blood Ulmer (guitar), Charlie Haden (bass), live, Netherlands (North Sea Jazz Festival, Rotterdam), 2010

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6/16/14

Ornette, at 84, still plays some of the most haunting blues I’ve ever heard.

Ornette Coleman (alto saxophone), with Henry Threadgill (alto saxophone; MCOTD Hall of Famer), David Murray (tenor saxophone), Savion Glover (tap dance), et al., live, New York (Prospect Park), 6/12/14

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odds & ends (from posts featuring clips no longer available)

On the Ornette Coleman Quartet (OC, Don Cherry, Charlie Haden, Ed Blackwell): The sounds you don’t hear can mean as much as the ones you do. Here, for instance, it’s hard to overstate the importance of what isn’t onstage—a harmony instrument (piano, guitar). Without it, the drums move forward in the mix. The bass has more space to fill. The sound of each instrument becomes clearer, more distinct. The group sound becomes lighter, more open.

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When we were on relief during the Depression, they’d give us dried-up old cheese and dried milk and we’d get ourselves all filled up and we’d kept this thing going, singing and dancing. I remember that when I play. You have to stick to your roots. Sometimes I play happy. Sometimes I play sad. But the condition of being alive is what I play all the time.

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You know what I realize? That all sound has a need. Otherwise it wouldn’t have a use. Sound has a use. . . . You use it to establish something—an invisible presence or some belief. . . . But isn’t it amazing that sound causes the idea to sound the way it is, more than the idea?

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Music has no face. Whatever gives oxygen its power, music is cut from the same cloth.

—Ornette Coleman

(The first and last quotes are from Ornette’s website. The second is from Ben Ratliff, The Jazz Ear: Conversations over Music [2008].)

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How can I turn emotion into knowledge? That’s what I try to do with my horn.

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It’s not that I reject categories. It’s that I don’t really know what categories are.

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You take the alphabet of the English language. A to Z. A symbol attached to a sound. In music you have what are called notes and the key. In life you’ve got an idea and an emotion. We think of them as different concepts. To me, there is no difference.

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The violin, the saxophone, the trumpet: Each makes a very different sound but the very same notes. That’s pretty heavy, you know? Imagine how many different races make up the human race. I’m called colored, you’re called white, he’s called something else. We still got an asshole and a mouth. Pardon me.

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I don’t try to please when I play. I try to cure.

—Ornette Coleman

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radio

WKCR’s memorial broadcast, where I spent much of yesterday, continues through Wednesday.

Saturday, June 6th

sounds of New Orleans

Why would anyone want to live anywhere else?

To Be Continued (TBC) Brass Band, live, New Orleans, 2012

Thursday, June 4th

MCOTD Hall of Fame

Henry Threadgill’s Zooid,* live, Washington, D.C., 2013


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Nothings’s a Gift
by Wislawa Szymborska (1923-2012; translated from Polish by Clare Cavanagh and Stanislaw Baranczak)

Nothing’s a gift, it’s all on loan.
I’m drowning in debts up to my ears.
I’ll have to pay for myself
with my self,
give up my life for my life.

Here’s how it’s arranged:
The heart can be repossessed,
the liver, too,
and each single finger and toe.

Too late to tear up the terms,
my debts will be repaid,
and I’ll be fleeced,
or, more precisely, flayed.

I move about the planet
in a crush of other debtors.
Some are saddled with the burden
of paying off their wings.
Others must, willy-nilly,
account for every leaf.

Every tissue in us lies
on the debit side.
Not a tentacle or tendril
is for keeps.

The inventory, infinitely detailed,
implies we’ll be left
not just empty-handed
but handless too.

I can’t remember
where, when, and why
I let someone open
this account in my name.

We call the protest against this
the soul.
And it’s the only item
not included on the list.

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the beat goes on

Two thousand posts—and counting.

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*HT (flute, alto saxophone), Liberty Ellman (guitar), Jose Davila (tuba, trombone), Christopher Hoffman (cello), Elliot Humberto Kavee (drums).