Tuesday, 8/9/11
sounds of London
(an occasional series)
Drowned City
(documentary on London’s pirate radio scene [forthcoming])
#1
Vodpod videos no longer available.***
#2
Vodpod videos no longer available.sounds of London
(an occasional series)
Drowned City
(documentary on London’s pirate radio scene [forthcoming])
#1
Vodpod videos no longer available.***
#2
Vodpod videos no longer available.only rock ’n roll
(an occasional series)
Coldplay, “Rehab” (Amy Winehouse)/“Fix You”
Live, Chicago (Lollapalooza), 8/5/11
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lagniappe
reading table
when I’m dead
who’ll wear it next?
new summer robe—Kobayashi Issa, 1817 (trans. David G. Lanoue)
sounds of India
(an occasional series)
All knotted up?
You’ve come to the right place.
Nikhil Banerjee (1931-1986), sitar
Live, Raag Malkauns (excerpt)
The best way to listen to this?
Here’s what I suggest: somewhere out of the way, headphones, eyes closed.
At the end you’ll be a different person than you were at the beginning.
(That’s a good thing, right?)
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More? Here. And here. And here.
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lagniappe
reading table
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer nightWas like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,Wanted to lean, wanted much to be
The scholar to whom his book is true, to whomThe summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itselfIs calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there.—Wallace Stevens, “The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm”
three takes
“Grown So Ugly” (Robert Pete Williams)
I got so ugly, I don’t even know myself . . .
Black Keys
Live, Nashville (Grimey’s Record Store), 2006
More? Here.
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Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band (with Ry Cooder, guitar)
Safe As Milk, 1967
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Robert Pete Williams
Free Again, 1961
This is, to these ears, one of the greatest—most vivid, most haunting—songs in all of blues.
Happy Birthday (Again), Pops!
During his life, Louis Armstrong’s birthday was believed to be July 4, 1900, but, as it turned out, that was a year and a month off—the actual date was August 4, 1901. Given the circumstances, WKCR-FM (broadcasting from Columbia University) does the only sensible thing: they celebrate both days, playing nothing but Pops 24 hours straight.
favorites
(an occasional series)
According to Miles Davis, the history of jazz can be told in four words:
here are the first two.
Louis Armstrong, “Dinah,” live, Copenhagen, 1933
(Originally posted January 15, 2010.)
The other night, as we headed home after having dinner at a Mexican restaurant I first went to when I was about his age (Nuevo Leon, 1515 W. 18th St., Chicago), my (23-year-old son) Alex slid these guys into the dashboard CD player.
TV on the Radio, Nine Types of Light (2011)
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What an unexpected delight it was to receive, in yesterday’s mail, a note from New Orleans trumpeter Lionel Ferbos, the world’s oldest performing jazz musician (previously mentioned here and here), thanking me for the card I sent him for his 100th birthday.
how to improve your life (guaranteed!)
Listen, each day, to one of Bach’s six suites for unaccompanied cello. I’ve been listening to them for 40 years. If I hadn’t, I assure you, my life would be even more of a shambles.
Bach, Suite No. 3 in C major for Unaccompanied Cello
Jean-Guihen Queyras, cello
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lagniappe
reading table
I am who I am.
A coincidence no less unthinkable
than any other.I could have different
ancestors, after all.
I could have fluttered
from another nest
or crawled bescaled
from another tree.Nature’s wardrobe
holds a fair supply of costumes:
spider, seagull, fieldmouse.
Each fits perfectly right off
and is dutifully worn
into shreds.I didn’t get a choice either,
but I can’t complain.
I could have been someone
much less separate.
Someone from an anthill, shoal, or buzzing swarm,
an inch of landscape ruffled by the wind.Someone much less fortunate,
bred for my fur
or Christmas dinner,
something swimming under a square of glass.A tree rooted to the ground
as the fire draws near.A grass blade trampled by a stampede
of incomprehensible events.A shady type whose darkness
dazzled some.What if I’d prompted only fear,
loathing,
or pity?If I’d been born
in the wrong tribe
with all roads closed before me?Fate has been kind
to me thus far.I might never have been given
the memory of happy moments.My yen for comparison
might have been taken away.I might have been myself minus amazement,
that is,
someone completely different.—Wislawa Szymborska, “Among the Multitudes” (trans. Clare Cavanagh & Stanislaw Baranczak)
hot, adj. having or giving off heat, having a high temperature.
E.g., services at Bishop Perry Tillis’s Alabama church.
Bishop Perry Tillis (1919-2004), preacher, singer, guitarist
Live, Savior Lord Jesus Pentecostal Church
Samson (pop. 2071 [2000]), Alabama, 1995
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The Bishop Joe Perry Tillis . . . gives Church services every 1st and 3rd Sundays at the Our Saviour Jesus Holiness Pentecostal Church in Samson, Alabama, playing electric slide-guitar, singing, and talking through one scratchy amplifier. He preaches the Pentecost and uses a combination of testimonies and extended hymns he developed with the help of his guiding angels, his daughter, and good friend Sister Bertha Lee Baker.