alone
Peter Evans (1981-, trumpet, composition), “Mirrors of Infinity,” live (studio), 2016
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To live is so startling, it leaves but little room for other occupations.
—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), letter to Thomas Higginson, late 1872
alone
John Cage (1912-1992), Sonata X for prepared piano (1946-48); Tim Ovens, live, published 2009
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Forever – is composed of Nows –
—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from 690 (Franklin)
basement jukebox
Irma Thomas (1941-), “Time Is on My Side” (J. Ragovoy, J. Norman), 1964
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Wild night – Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from 269 (Johnson)
sounds of New York
Ingrid Laubrock (tenor saxophone), Tom Rainey (drums), Brandon Lopez (bass), with artwork by Yuko Otomo, live (performance begins at 4:00), New York, 2/23/21
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other day, Oak Park, Ill.
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I can wade Grief –
Whole pools of it –
I’m used to that –
But the least push of Joy
Breaks up my feet –
And I tip – drunken –
Let no Pebble – smile –
‘Twas the New Liquor –
That was All!—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from 312 (Franklin)
sounds of Paris
Toru Takemitsu (1930-1996), And then I knew ’twas Wind (1992); Ensemble Intercontemporain, live, Paris, 2017
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Like Rain it sounded till it curved
And then we knew “twas Wind –
It walked as wet as any Wave
But swept as dry as Sand –—Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from 276 (Franklin)
more
Ela Minus, live (“Porch Song [by Jesse and Forever]/Jamaica”), New York, 2016
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yesterday, Chicago (Columbus Park)
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Who has not found the Heaven – below –
Will fail of it above –
For Angels rent the House next ours,
Wherever we remove –—Emily Dickinson, 1609 (Franklin)
Happy (belated) birthday, Emily (b. December 10, 1830).
serendipity
This morning I stumbled upon this after encountering the phrase “the crowded air” in an Emily Dickinson poem (229 [Franklin], “Musicians wrestle everywhere –”) and googling it. The moment it ended, I wanted to hear it again.
Milton Babbitt (1916-2011), The Crowded Air (1988); Boston Modern Orchestra Project, 2013
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