sounds of Chicago
Andrew Hill Combo (AH [1931-2007], piano; Von Freeman [1923-2012], tenor saxophone, MCOTD Hall of Fame; Laurdine “Pat” Patrick [1929-1991], baritone saxophone; Malachi Favors [1927-2004], bass; Wilbur Campbell [1926-1999], drums), “Down Pat” (L. Patrick), 1956
If political races were decided by musical pedigree, the new entrant in the Democratic presidential field would be unbeatable.
Laurdine Kenneth “Pat” Patrick Jr. (November 23, 1929 – December 31, 1991) was an American jazz musician and composer. . . . known for his 40-year association with Sun Ra. His son, Deval Patrick, was governor of Massachusetts.
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lagniappe
random sights
other day, Oak Park, Ill.
tonight*
Andrew Hill (1931-2007), “Smoke Stack”
Vijay Iyer Trio (VI, piano; Stephan Crump, bass; Marcus Gilmore, drums), Historicity, 2009
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Andrew Hill (with Richard Davis, bass; Eddie Khan, bass; Roy Haynes, drums), Smoke Stack (AKA Smokestack), 1966 (rec. 1963)
This is one of my favorite albums of all time, of any artist, on any instrument.
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lagniappe
musical thoughts
More and more I find myself seeking sounds that don’t convey a particular feeling or mood but, instead, create a space I can inhabit, physically, emotionally, intellectually, if only for a short while.
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*On WKCR-FM (Columbia University), from 6-9 p.m. (EST), Vijay Iyer, pianist, composer, recent MacArthur “genius” grant winner, future Harvard professor, will be joining host Mitch Goldman “for a deep focus on Andrew Hill.”
What a treat to hear a guitar-led group that sounds so fresh.
Nels Cline (guitar) and Friends play the music of Andrew Hill
Live, New York (Jazz Standard), 2007
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lagniappe
musical thoughts
The more one studies the harmony of music, and then studies human nature, how people agree and how they disagree, how there is attraction and repulsion, the more one will see that it is all music.
Some musicians come straight at you—others sideways.
Andrew Hill (1931-2007), live, 2004, New York
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lagniappe
reading table
The pebble
is a perfect creatureequal to itself
mindful of its limitsfilled exactly
with a pebbly meaningwith a scent that does not remind one of anything
does not frighten anything away does not arouse desireits ardour and coldness
are just and full of dignityI feel a heavy remorse
when I hold it in my hand
and its noble body
is permeated by false warmth—Pebbles cannot be tamed
to the end they will look at us
with a calm and very clear eye—Zbigniew Herbert, “Pebble” (trans. Czeslaw Milosz & Peter Dale Scott)