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Monday, 8/22/11

Need to chase away those Monday morning blues?

You’ve come to the right place.

TBC (To Be Continued) Brass Band
Live, Satchmo Second Line Parade, New Orleans, 8/7/11

With Sidewalk Steppers

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With Undefeated Divas, Sudan Social Aid and Pleasure Club

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More? Here.


Monday, 5/9/11

scenes from New Orleans
(an occasional series)

Free Spirit Brass Band, live, New Orleans (Bourbon Street), 3/20/11

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Wednesday, 2/23/11

street music
(an occasional series)

It ain’t just the beats—it’s the show.

drummers, Chicago (Michigan Ave.)

#1

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#2

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lagniappe

Drum mashup?

Start the first clip.

Then start the second.

Thursday, 1/6/11

street music

The brass band goes uptown.

Asphalt Orchestra, live, New York

#1 (2009)

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#2 (2010)

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Wednesday, 10/13/10

Today, celebrating our 400th post, we revisit a few favorites.

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street music

Whatever it is, this guy’s got it.

(Originally posted on 8/25/10.)

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take two (or is it one?)

Following up on Vijay Iyer’s take (6/30/10), here’s the original.

M.I.A., “Galang” (2005)

One of the things I love about M.I.A. is that she doesn’t let any of the usual stuff get in her way. Take her dancing, for instance: she’s, uh, not real good at it—at least not by the usual standards. Does that stop her? Nah.

(Originally posted on 7/2/10.)

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Guitar, drums—that’s all it takes.

Bambino (AKA Bombino), live, Niger (Agadez), 2010

Part 1

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Part 2

(Originally posted on 8/9/10.)

Wednesday, 8/25/10

street music

Whatever it is, this guy’s got it.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Same song (as last Sunday), same city, different singer.

Grandpa Elliott, “Amazing Grace,” live, New Orleans, April 29, 2010

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lagniappe

Interview with Grandpa Elliott, New Orleans, April 29, 2010

This is like my medicine, my doctor, my everything.

—Grandpa Elliott

Want more? Here.

Tuesday, 4/13/10

street music

Milan

Saxophonist outside Duomo di Milano

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lagniappe

reading table

Hearing John Berryman read his poetry changed my life, as I said a while back. I was in college at the time. A year later, he was dead—a suicide (jumping off a bridge in Minneapolis, where he lived and taught). Here, in Dublin in 1967, he reads one of his Pulitzer-Prize-winning Dream Songs (29). Drunk, mannered, idiosyncratic: yes, yes, yes. Obscure at times to the point of opacity: yes. But also (to these ears) exquisitely controlled, deeply moving, utterly unforgettable.

(Want to read this yourself? Here.)

Thursday, 3/25/10

street music

Dublin

On Grafton Street

Tuesday, 3/16/10

street music

New Orleans

Loose Marbles, in the French Quarter

Part 1

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Part 2

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lagniappe

The Loose Marbles is a sort of Amalgamated Jazz Corporation that creates subsidiaries around the city, to maximize tips and minimize boredom. The fifteen musicians play clarinet, trumpet, banjo, washboard, accordion, trombone, guitars, sousaphone, standup bass, and guitars, but you’re likely to see only seven or eight performers at any given gig. And since you rarely see the same configuration of instruments twice in a row, you rarely hear the same kind of jazz. If Patrick McPeck is there with the accordion, you’ll hear the Marbles’ repertoire of spooky, minor-keyed, Gypsy-influenced songs. If Alynda Segarra is there, with her banjo or washboard, and Jason Jurzek is on string bass instead of tuba, they’ll be playing songs that sound as if they were first performed in a hobo jungle during the Hoover Administration. In Washington Square, in New York, they split into two groups, one anchored by the tuba and the other anchored by the bass, and they play on opposite sides of the park. Halfway through the day, they’ll mix up the configurations to give both the musicians and the crowd a change of pace. At the end of the day, they pool all the tips and divide them equally. I’ve seen days here in New Orleans where they have a stack of bills that’s so thick it can’t be held in one hand, and that contains a lot of portraits of Hamilton and Jackson.

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The Loose Marbles look like street urchins, and at least a few of them are. The goat-bearded guitar and tuba player, Barnabus Jones; Ruth’s boy, Kiowa Wells; and the banjo and washboard player Alynda all come from a subculture of rail-riding, outdoor-living hobos that was beautifully documented a couple of years ago by the photographer James Heil in Time. . . . But the trumpeter Ben Polcer is a University of Michigan music-school graduate, and the clarinetist Mike Magro, from suburban Philadelphia, is a virtuoso who can hold forth at length about the rare and antiquated Albert fingering of his clarinet.

In addition to their song selection and their remarkably tight and vibrant musicianship, two things particularly excite me about the Loose Marbles. One is how carefully thought out their act is; their inter-war, Mitteleuropean flavor is somehow more than accidental and less than shtick. The other is how much, and how obviously, they all love each other.

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I asked Ben why he and his friends aren’t playing rock and roll like proper twenty-somethings. What is the attraction, I wanted to know, of music his grandparents listened to?

“I’ve played in a lot of rock bands,” he said. “I like rock and roll. We all like rock and roll. But jazz is special. To play it well, you really have to listen to each other.”—Dan Baum