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Tag: Bunky Green

Sunday, 4/24/11

Take me to the water . . .

Take Me To The Water:
Immersion Baptism in Vintage Music and Photography
(Dust-to-Digital 2009)

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reading table

Three Lilies

“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in
the morning.” Psalm 30

Before dawn, under a thin moon disappearing
east, the planet Mercury, the messenger
and healer, came up vanishingly
into the blue beyond the garden where
three lilies at the bottom of the yard
arrayed white trumpets on iron stalks
under a slow, slow lightning from the sun.
I stood on a rotten step myself,
and smelled them from a hundred feet away.

—Brooks Haxton (Uproar: Antiphonies to Psalms)


listening room: what’s playing

Billy Bang Quintet, Above and Beyond (Justin Time)

• The Complete Atlantic Recordings of Lennie Tristano, Lee Konitz & Warne Marsh (Mosaic)

Bunky Green, The Salzau Quartet Live at Jazz Baltica (Traumton)

Bombino, Agadez (Cumbancha)

Friedrich Gulda, The Complete Gulda Mozart Tapes (Deutsche Grammaphon)

Maryanne Amacher, Sound Characters (Tzadik)

The Original Gospel Harmonettes (featuring Dorothy Love Coates), Love Lifted Me (Charly)

Rev. Johnny L. Jones, The Hurricane That Hit Atlanta (Dust-to-Digital)

Sinner’s Crossroads, Kevin Nutt, WFMU-FM (Thursday, 8-9 p.m. [EST])

Gospel Memories, Bob Marovich, WLUW-FM (Saturday 10-11 a.m. [CST])

Bird Flight, Phil Schaap, WKCR-FM (M-F, 8:20-9:30 a.m. [EST])

Charles Mingus Birthday Broadcast, WKCR-FM, 4/22/11

Saturday, 3/26/11

The notes are easy enough to replicate—the touch impossible.

Pinetop Perkins (piano, vocals), July 7, 1913-March 21, 2011

“Grindin’ Man” (with Willie “Big Eyes” Smith, harmonica), live, New Jersey (New Brunswick), 2008

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“How Long Blues,” live

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He was one of the last great Mississippi Bluesmen. He had such a distinctive voice, and he sure could play the piano. He will be missed not only by me, but by lovers of music all over the world.

B.B. King


If you don’t want to die, don’t be born.

Red Paden, owner of Red’s Blues Club, Clarksdale, Mississippi


my back pages

Many years ago I had the pleasure of working with him, co-producing his tracks on Living Chicago Blues, Vol. 2 (Alligator 1978). Warm, amiable, unassuming—he was easy to like.


listening room: what’s playing

• Ornette Coleman, Town Hall 1962

• Mos Def, The Ecstatic

Lupe Fiasco, Lasers

Steve Reich, Double Sextet, 2×5

Rudresh Mahanthappa & Bunky Green, Apex

Nneka, Concrete Jungle

Theo Parrish, Sound Sculptures, Vol. 1

Powerhouse Gospel On Independent Labels, 1946-1959

WFMU-FM: Sinner’s Crossroads (Kevin Nutt), Mudd Up! (DJ/rupture)

WKCR-FM: Bird Flight (Phil Schapp), Jazz Alternatives (various), Out To Lunch (various), Western Swing Festival (various)

Wednesday, 2/9/11

clear, adj. bright, luminous; transparent; free from obscurity. E.g., alto saxophonists Rudresh Mahanthappa and Bunky Green.

Rudresh and Bunky, talking and playing (with Jason Moran, piano; Francois Moutin, bass; Jack DeJohnette and Damion Reid, drums)

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Listening to these guys, who’d ever guess that one is nearly twice as old as the other? (Rudresh is 39, Bunky 75.)


Here’s a track from their recent album (Apex, 2010), “Playing with Stones,” featuring Rudresh (Bunky sits out).

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My favorite moment in this next clip comes at 2:24, when alto saxophonist Greg Osby, listening to Bunky, tilts his head, as if to say, “Did you hear that?!”

Bunky Green (with alto saxophonists Greg Osby and Steffano di Battista), “Body and Soul,” live, Germany, 2008

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reading table

In the is-this-a-great-country-or-what department, how delicious to learn
that two great American artists—trumpeter Roy Eldridge and poet Elizabeth Bishop—were born, one hundred years ago, within days of each other. (Eldridge was born on January 30, 1911, Bishop on February 8th.)


The roaring alongside he takes for granted,
and that every so often the world is bound to shake.
He runs, he runs to the south, finical, awkward,
in a state of controlled panic, a student of Blake.

The beach hisses like fat. On his left, a sheet
of interrupting water comes and goes
and glazes over his dark and brittle feet.
He runs, he runs straight through it, watching his toes.

—Watching, rather, the spaces of sand between them
where (no detail too small) the Atlantic drains
rapidly backwards and downwards. As he runs,
he stares at the dragging grains.

The world is a mist. And then the world is
minute and vast and clear. The tide
is higher or lower. He couldn’t tell you which.
His beak is focussed; he is preoccupied,

looking for something, something, something.
Poor bird, he is obsessed!
The millions of grains are black, white, tan, and gray
mixed with quartz grains, rose and amethyst.

—Elizabeth Bishop

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