Feel like floating?
Morton Feldman (1926-1987), For Philip Guston (1984)
S.E.M. Ensemble, 2000
This guy, like another New Yorker,* contains multitudes.
John Zorn (with Marc Ribot, guitar; John Medeski, keyboards, et al.), live, Poland (Warsaw), 2013
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lagniappe
musical thoughts
All the various styles are organically connected to one another. I’m an additive person—the entire storehouse of my knowledge informs everything I do. People are so obsessed with the surface that they can’t see the connections, but they are there.
—John Zorn
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*Walt Whitman (“Song of Myself”): “I am large, I contain multitudes.”
three takes
This guy, like Monk, could take a familiar form, open it up, and create something both old and new.
Julius Hemphill (1938-1995), “The Hard Blues”
Live (with members of the Jazz Composers Alliance Orchestra and the Either/Orchestra), Boston, 1989
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Recording (JH, alto saxophone, flute; Baikida E.J. Carroll, trumpet; Hamiet Bluiett, baritone saxophone; Abdul Wadud, cello; Philip Wilson, drums), recorded 1972 (first released on Coon Bid’ness, 1975)
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Recording (Julius Hemphill, alto saxophone; Marty Ehrlich, soprano and alto saxophone, flute; Carl Grubbs, soprano and alto saxophone; James Carter, tenor saxophone; Andrew White. tenor saxophone; Sam Furnace, baritone saxophone, flute), 1991
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lagniappe
art beat
Helen Levitt (1913-2009), New York, c. 1940
five takes
“Where We’ll Never Grow Old,” AKA “Never Grow Old” (J. Moore, 1914)
Patty Griffin with Buddy Miller, live, 2010
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The Canton Spirituals, live, c. 1990
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The Carter Family, recording, 1932
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Aretha Franklin, live, Detroit, 1996
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Johnny Cash, recording, 2004
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lagniappe
art beat
Helen Levitt (1913-2009), New York
passings
Lou Reed, singer, songwriter, guitarist, March 2, 1942-October 27, 2013
Live (with Robert Quine [1942-2004], guitar; Fernando Saunders, bass; Fred Maher, drums), New York (Bottom Line), 1983
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lagniappe
musical thoughts
All great rock comes from a particular place. Take Lou Reed. Could he have emerged from Detroit? Nah—too self-conscious, too arty. San Francisco? Unh-uh—way too abrasive. He could only have come from one place, the city where, as the joke has it, a tourist goes up to someone and asks: “Can you tell me the way to the Empire State Building—or should I just go fuck myself?”
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taking a break
I’m taking some time off—back in a while.