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Tuesday, December 15th

sounds of Chicago

Little Rootie Tootie (Juli Wood, tenor saxophone; Dustin Laurenzi, tenor saxophone; Katie Ernst, bass; Greg Artry, drums) playing Thelonious Monk, live (performance begins at 13:00), Chicago (Constellation), 12/12/20



The drummer (Greg Artry): he lifts everybody.



random sights

other day, Oak Park, Ill.


reading table 

farewell! farewell!
hands waving
in the mist

—Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827), translated from Japanese by David G. Lanoue

Friday, 10/22/10

two takes

“Driftin’ Blues”

Paul Butterfield Blues Band (including Elvin Bishop, guitar), live, California (Monterey), 1967


Charles Brown, 1945




Thanks so much for sending me this link.

It was a thrill for me to be a part of the tribute concert for Albertina.

I really dig the Blackwell clips also!

Juli Wood (responding to an email letting her know that her recent performance at the Albertina Walker Musical Tribute was featured here)

Wednesday, 10/20/10

Few musicians, on any instrument, give me so much joy.

Ed Blackwell, October 10, 1929-October 7, 1992

Mal Waldron Quintet (Mal Waldron, piano, with Ed Blackwell, drums; Reggie Workman, bass; Charlie Rouse, saxophone; Woody Shaw, flugelhorn), “The Git-Go,” live, New York (Village Vanguard), 1986

Part 1


Part 2


Part 3

Want more of Ed Blackwell? Here.



I’ve been playing with Blackwell over 20 years. We used to play when I first went to Los Angeles. Blackwell plays the drums as if he’s playing a wind instrument. Actually, he sounds more like a talking drum. He’s speaking a certain language that I find is very valid in rhythm instruments.

Very seldom in rhythm instruments do you hear rhythm sounding like a language. I think that’s a very old tradition, because the drums, in the beginning, used to be like the telephone—to carry the message.

Ornette Coleman


In one of my clearest memories of the drummer Ed Blackwell, he sat in an Indian restaurant drawing percussion notation on the tablecloth with a felt-tipped pen. The waiters looked on, aghast, as the splodgy black figures spread across their white linen, but Blackwell, rapt in concentration behind his dark glasses, remained oblivious. Music was all that mattered to him, the drums in particular, and there was a particular point he needed to make.


Blackwell was a deeply serious artist who, whatever his circumstances, put the music first and insisted his associates did likewise. In New York percussion circles he was seen as a teacher. He often quoted the Chinese adage, ‘Neglect your art for a day, and it will neglect you for two’, and would actively pursue other drummers whom he respected, should he feel they reneged on commitment.

I never saw him without a pair of drumsticks or homemade mallets in his hand; these he would employ constantly as much to accentuate a point as to strengthen his wrists. Some percussionists have made a cabaret act from beating out rhythms on any available surface; Blackwell would do it to fill in gaps in conversation. He played drums like that, too: the perfect listener, who could equally stimulate and inspire with his enviable grasp of polyrhythmic possibilities.

No jazz musician can claim greater authenticity than a New Orleans birth. It is the most African of US cities, where Yoruba religious practice continues and the Second Line that accompanies street-parades moves with an African strut. From the moment he could walk, Blackwell was part of that Second Line and as a child he danced in the street for pennies. That characteristic dancestep and the ‘double-clutching’ two-beat of the parade bass drum remained features of his playing, securely anchoring his adventurousness in an earlier memory.

Val Wilmer


More from the Albertina Walker Musical Tribute

Michael McKay (voice), Delores Washington (voice), Juli Wood (alto saxophone), “I’m Still Here,” live, Chicago, 10/14/10

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