passings
Milford Graves, drummer (among other things),* August 20, 1941–February 12, 2021
Milford Graves HeArt Quintet (MG, drums, voice; Charles Gayle, tenor saxophone; Hugh Glover, alto saxophone; Ted Daniels, trumpet; William Parker, bass), live, New York, 2015
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random sights
other day, Oak Park, Ill.
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According to the New York Times obituary, Graves “was also a botanist, acupuncturist, martial artist, impresario, college professor, visual artist and student of the human heartbeat.”
two takes
“Evidence” (T. Monk)
Joel Ross Quartet (JR, vibraphone; Immanuel Wilkins, alto saxophone; Rashaan Carter, bass; Marcus Gilmore, drums), live, New York, 1/17/21
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Thelonious Monk Quartet (TM, piano; Charlie Rouse, tenor saxophone; Butch Warren, bass; Frankie Dunlop, drums), live, Japan, 1963
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art beat: other day, Art Institute of Chicago
Jean-Michel Basquiat (1960-1988), Boy and Dog in Johnnypump, 1982 (detail)
sounds of Paris
Toru Takemitsu (1930-1996), And then I knew ’twas Wind (1992); Ensemble Intercontemporain, live, Paris, 2017
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lagniappe
random sights
this morning, Oak Park, Ill.
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reading table
Like Rain it sounded till it curved
And then we knew “twas Wind –
It walked as wet as any Wave
But swept as dry as Sand –—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from 276 (Franklin)
Why not begin the week with one of the most beautiful—and moving—pieces I know?
Morton Feldman (1927-1986, MCOTD Hall of Fame), Rothko Chapel (1971); Markus Creed (cond.), SWR Vokalensemble (Vocal Ensemble), et al., live, Germany (Cathedral of Speyer, Schwetzinger), 2017
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art beat: yesterday, Art Institute of Chicago
Mark Rothko (1903-1970), No. 2 (Blue, Red and Green) (Yellow, Red, Blue on Blue), 1953 (detail)
more
Blind Willie Johnson (1897-1945), “Jesus Make Up My Dying Bed” (trad.), 1928
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lagniappe
random sights
yesterday, Chicago
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reading table
Mingling with the wind
the snow comes falling;
mingling with the snow
the wind comes blowing;
by banked coals
I stretch my legs,
idle, idle,
in this grass hut
a shut-in,
and counting, find
that the second month too
like a dream
has come and gone—Ryokan (1758-1831), translated from Japanese by Burton Watson