Yesterday, listening to this while driving to see a client at an outlying jail, I was reminded, again, that hearing the right music at the right time can change your entire day.
Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750), Sonatas and Partitas for Solo Violin; Oscar Shumsky (1917-2000), violin, 1979*
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*Sonata No. 1 in G minor: 00:01
Partita No. 1 in B minor: 17:04
Sonata No. 2 in A minor: 48:26
Partita No. 2 in D minor: 1:11:43
Sonata No. 3 in C major: 1:43:33
Partita No. 3 in E major: 2:07:17
sounds of Mississippi
Black Delta Religion (William Ferris, Mississippi, 1968), trailer
The complete film, which lasts fourteen (riveting) minutes, is available here.
Voices of Mississippi: Artists and Musicians Documented by William Ferris, released last year by Dust-to-Digital, has been nominated for two Grammy Awards (Best Historical Album, Best Liner Notes).
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lagniappe
random sights
other day, Oak Park, Ill.
two takes
Sonny Boy Williamson (AKA Aleck [or Alex] “Rice” Miller, 1912[?]-1965), “Lonesome Cabin” (S. B. Williamson)
Recording, 1960
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Live, Copenhagen, 1964
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lagniappe
reading table
on honorable Buddha’s
honorable nose
an icicle—Kobayashi Issa, 1763-1827 (translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue)
basement jukebox
Sonny Boy Williamson (AKA Aleck [or Alex] “Rice” Miller, 1912[?]-1965), “Nine Below Zero” (S. B. Williamson), 1951
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lagniappe
random sights
yesterday, Oak Park, Ill.
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reading table
How it haunts the heart, the unfathomable mystery of other people’s lives, other people’s misfortunes.
—John Banville, Time Pieces: A Dublin Memoir
sounds of New York
Zs, live, New York, 2015
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lagniappe
reading table
cold winter sky—
where will this wandering beggar
grow old?—Kobayashi Issa, 1763-1827 (translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue)
basement jukebox
Buddy Guy, “First Time I Met the Blues” (E. Montgomery), 1960
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lagniappe
random sights
yesterday, Oak Park, Ill.
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reading table
I had been hungry, all the Years –
My Noon had Come – to dine –
I trembling drew the Table near –
And touched the Curious Wine –
‘Twas this on Tables I had seen –
When turning, hungry, Home
I looked in Windows, for the Wealth
I could not hope – for Mine –
I did not know the ample Bread –
‘Twas so unlike the Crumb
The Birds and I, had often shared
In Nature’s – Dining Room –
The Plenty hurt me – ’twas so new –
Myself felt ill – and odd –
As Berry – of a Mountain Bush –
Transplanted – to a Road –
Nor was I hungry – so I found
That Hunger – was a way
Of Persons outside Windows –
The Entering – takes away –—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), 439 (Franklin)