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Tag: Henry Threadgill’s Zooid

Monday, June 15th

MCOTD Hall of Fame

His music I first encountered over 40 years ago, and it’s been a perpetual source of joy and inspiration ever since.

Henry Threadgill’s Zooid (HT, 1944-, alto saxophone, composition [MCOTD Hall of Fame]; Jose Dávila, tuba; Liberty Ellman, guitar; Stomu Takeishi, bass; Elliot Kavee, drums), live, Italy ( Cormòns), 2008




random sights

other day, Chicago


reading table

In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.

—Kobayashi Issa, 1763-1827 (translated from Japanese by Robert Hass)

Tuesday, April 19th

MCOTD Hall of Famer—and, as of yesterday, Pulitzer Prize Winner.

Henry Threadgill’s Zooid

Live, Poland (Warsaw), 2011


Live, New York, 2013


Live, Washington, D.C., 2013



musical thoughts

All music is classical music, you know. I don’t put up boundaries on music.


Of course I started out in an ethnic community, with the blues and church music and jazz. But that was just one place to start. You read fiction then you start reading nonfiction! You start reading biographies and scientific accounts. It doesn’t change where you came from. It just broadens it. That’s what we do, we keep building on the foundation where we come from. You don’t lose it, you just keep building on it.


I think we’ve gotten used to the dissonant, so it’s not even dissonant any more.


[W]e have no control over anything but what we do. I just try to stay hopeful: I don’t want to get too pessimistic about anything.

—Henry Threadgill, The Guardian, 4/18/16


the beat goes on

2,300 posts—and counting.

Saturday, August 31st

For over thirty years he’s been taking me places no one else does.

Henry Threadgill’s Zooid, live, New York, 2013




It’s not just notes on a page. Threadgill really reaches out and grabs you by the lapels. Someone else described it to me as ‘every time Threadgill enters, it’s like the curtains just parted.’ He has this way of cutting right through the texture of the music.

—pianist Vijay Iyer



reading table: passings

Between my fingers and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

—Seamus Heaney (April 13, 1939-August 30, 2013), “Digging” (excerpt)

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