like nobody else
Nina Simone (“Black Is the Color of My True Love’s Hair” [Trad.], “To Love Somebody” [B. Gibb, R. Gibb], “Suzanne” [L. Cohen], “Save Me” [A. Franklin], “Porgy, I Is Your Woman Now”/”Today Is A Killer”/”I Loves You Porgy” [G. Gershwin, D. Heyward]), live, Rome, 1969
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art beat
Helen Levitt (1913-2009), New York, 1940s
back to church
Bishop G. E. Patterson (1939-2007) Live, Temple of Deliverance (COGIC), Memphis
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reading table
The Soul should always stand ajar
—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886; Franklin #1017, fragment)
passings
Scott Asheton, drummer (Stooges), August 16, 1949-March 15, 2014
Live (rehearsal), Tribute to the Stooges (SA, drums; Ron Asheton, guitar; J Mascis, guitar; Mike Watt, vocals, bass), “1970,” Belgium (Hasselt), 2002
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Live, Iggy and the Stooges, “Now I Wanna Be Your Dog,” France (Clisson), 2011
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Live, Stooges, “1970,” Michigan (Goose Lake Festival), 1970
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What do the sky and gardens know
of such disappointments?—August Kleinzahler, “September” (fragment)
sounds of Los Angeles
Living Off the Wall: East Los, 2014
Trailer
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#1 (Backyard Intro)
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#2 (Anthony)
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#3 (Lauren)
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#4 (Nekro)
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#5 (The Show)
spring!
Bob Dorough (1923-; vocals, piano), “Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most” (T. Wolf, F. Landesman), 1997
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Blossom Dearie (1924-2009; vocals, piano), “They Say It’s Spring” (M. Clark, B. Haymes), 1958
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Sun Ra Arkestra (SR [1914-1993], piano; June Tyson, vocals; John Gilmore, tenor saxophone, et al.), “Springtime Again” (S. Ra), live, Rome, 1980
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A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown—
Who ponders this tremendous scene—
This whole Experiment of Green—
As if it were his own!—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886; Franklin #1356)
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spring rain—
the uneaten ducks
are quacking—Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828; translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue)
sounds of New York
William Parker (bass), Christian McBride (bass), Cooper-Moore (drums), Charles Gayle (tenor saxophone), Hamiett Bluiett (baritone saxophone), Jason Kao Hwang (violin), live (benefit concert), New York, 2012
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musical thoughts
Q: What would you do if you were not a composer?
Augusta Read Thomas (1964-): . . . I would spend all day listening. I could listen all day long until the day I die to music I’ve never heard and only begin to scratch the surface. There’s so much new. . . .
sleepless in Chicago
Some folks sleep all night, or so I’ve heard. Maybe you’re one of them. If not, here’s a mix you might try—a sonic tonic.
1. Play this on repeat.
John Luther Adams (1953-), “The Farthest Place” (2001); piano (Clint Davis), vibraphone (Brian Archinal & Andy Bliss), bass (Satoru Tagawa), violin (Lydia Kabalen); University of Kentucky (Lexington), 2008
2. Ditto.
Waterfall Sounds, Cow Creek
3. Adjust volume levels to taste.
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For you fleas too
the nights must be long,
they must be lonely.—Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827; translated from Japanese by Robert Hass)
Nick Hennies (music, film editing), “Lineal” (Part 1), 2009
[vimeo 7567186 w=560&h=315]
Someday our world, and its shiny technology, will seem no less remote.
three takes
“I Don’t Feel No Ways Tired” (C. Burrell)
Mighty Clouds of Joy, live, South Carolina (Charleston), mid-1990s
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Rev. James Cleveland, live
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The Walden Family 19th Anniversary, live, Georgia (Camilla), 2013
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random thoughts
No delusion is more stubborn than the notion you are alive.
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art beat: more from the Art Institute’s Hiroshige exhibit (see Thursday’s post)
Seki—No. 48, c. 1847-1852
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Heavy Snow, mid-1840s
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Kameyana, Weather Clearing After Snow, c. 1833-34
serendipity*
Christopher DeLaurenti (sampling Marvin Gaye, “What’s Going On” [1971]), live, Seattle, 2009
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reading table: passings
Bill Knott, February 17, 1940-March 12, 2014
Night Thought
Compared to one’s normal clothes, pajamas
are just as caricature as the dreams
they bare: farce-skins, facades, unserious
soft versions of the mode diem, they seem
to have come from a posthumousness;
floppy statues of ourselves, slack seams
of death. Their form mimics the decay
that will fit us so comfortably someday.
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*This I bumped into yesterday, listening to the radio (WFMU: Miniature Minotaurs [Kurt Gottschalk]).
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