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Friday, 11/25/11

Can’t go another day without this guy?

Me, either.

Jackie Wilson, “Baby Workout,” TV broadcast (Shindig), 1965

More? Here. And here. And here. And here.

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morning after morning—
what day is it now
cuckoo?

—Kobayashi Issa, 1810 (trans. David G. Lanoue)

Wednesday, 11/23/11

 passings

Is any drummer more lyrical?

Paul Motian, drummer, composer, collaborator, bandleader
March 25, 1931-November 22, 2011

Paul Motian Trio (PM, drums; Joe Lovano, saxophone; Bill Frisell, guitar), “It Should’ve Happened a Long Time Ago” (P. Motian), live, New York (Village Vanguard), 2005

More? Here.

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Stephen Paul Motian (he pronounced his surname, which was Armenian, like the word “motion”) was born in Philadelphia on March 25, 1931, and reared in Providence, R.I. In 1950 he entered the Navy. After briefly attending its music school in Washington, he sailed around the Mediterranean until 1953, when he was stationed in Brooklyn. He was discharged a year later.

He met Evans in 1955, and by the end of the decade he was working in a trio with him and the bassist Scott LaFaro. That group, in which the bass and drums interacted with the piano as equals, continues to serve as an important source of modern piano-trio jazz.

In the late 1950s and early 1960s Mr. Motian played with many other bandleaders, including Lee Konitz, Warne Marsh, Mose Allison, Tony Scott, Stan Getz, Johnny Griffin and, for a week, [Thelonious] Monk. After leaving his partnership with Evans, he worked steadily with the pianist Paul Bley, whom he often credited with opening him up to greater possibilities.

“All of a sudden there was no restrictions, not even any form,” he told the writer and drummer Chuck Braman in 1996. “It was completely free, almost chaotic.”

In an interview on Tuesday, Mr. Bley recalled: “We shared the same philosophy, musically. He knew that what he was doing in the past was not his answer. What he lived for was growth and change.”

Then, and even more with Mr. Jarrett’s quartet in the 1970s, Mr. Motian moved away from swing-based rhythm; he improvised freely, or played off melodic form. Eager to grow beyond percussion, he studied and composed on a piano he had bought from Mr. Jarrett, and in 1973 he made a record of his own compositions for ECM, “Conception Vessel,” with Mr. Jarrett and others. One of the last records he made with Mr. Jarrett’s quartet, “Byablue” (1977), consisted mostly of Motian originals.

But the old sense of swing never left, and it later became abundantly clear again, whether he was playing an original sketch built on uneven phrasing with gaps of silence or a root text of jazz like “Body and Soul.” Sometimes he would strip a beat to absolute basics, the sound of brushes on a dark-toned ride cymbal and the abrupt thump of his low-tuned kick drum. Generally, a listener could locate the form, even when Mr. Motian didn’t state it explicitly.

“With Paul, there was always that ground rhythm, that ancient jazz beat lurking in the background,” said the pianist Ethan Iverson, one of the younger bandleaders who played with and learned from him toward the end.

Mr. Motian’s final week at the Vanguard was with Mr. Osby and Mr. Kikuchi, in September. “He was an economist: every note and phrase and utterance counted,” Mr. Osby said on Tuesday. “There was nothing disposable.”

—Ben Ratliff, New York Times11/22/11

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radio

Where will my ears be today?

WKCR-FM (broadcasting from Columbia University): they’re celebrating his life and music all day, playing his stuff—and nothing but—until midnight.

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One in my hand

One in the air

And one in you.

—Bill Knott, “The Juggler to His Audience”

Tuesday, 11/22/11

Frederic Chopin, Mazurka in C Major, Op. 24, No. 2
Martha Argerich, live, Sweden (Stockholm), 2009

More? Here. And here. And here. And here.

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musical thoughts

When I don’t play Chopin for a while, I don’t feel like
a pianist.

—Martha Argerich

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reading table

Look how
we “attempted to express ourselves.”

Every one of these words is wrong.

It wasn’t us.
Or we made no real attempt.
Or there is no discernible difference
between self and expression.

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The outer world means
State Farm Donuts Tae Kwando?

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Today could be described as a retired man humming
tunelessly to himself.

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Any statement I issue
if particular enough

will prove
I was here

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It’s as if
the real
thing—
your own
absence—
can never be
uncovered.

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These temporary credits
will no longer be reflected
in your next billing period.

—Rae Armantrout, Versed (2009), misc. fragments

Monday, 11/21/11

You can’t write a song like this, you can’t play it like this, unless your ears are open to all kinds of music.

Allen Toussaint, “Southern Nights,” live

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reading table

If they find a copy of Richard Yates’s Eleven Kinds of Loneliness, they buy it. It is as if they’ve found a baby on the front step. They peek inside, examine the dog-earing, the marginal scribbles. Or perhaps it’s a clean copy, which carries its own kind of sadness. In either case, they embrace it, though they already have multiple copies. Those are irrelevant to the one they would be abandoning if they left the book behind. This is a hostess gift you can give any fiction writer, guaranteed to delight her even though she already has it. Regifting becomes an act of spreading civilization.

—Ann Beattie, Mrs. Nixon: A Novelist Imagines a Life (2011), “7 Truths About Writers” (#2)

Sunday, 11/20/11

The Sensational Gospel Eagles, “Tell It To Jesus”
Live, South Carolina (Greenwood), 2011

Gospel groups come from somewhere; they’re rooted in a particular place. These guys, for instance, are from Greenwood, South Carolina, a town of about 22,000. The name of the high school football team? The Eagles.

Saturday, 11/19/11

old stuff

Bertha “Chippie” Hill (with Louis Armstrong, cornet), “Trouble In Mind”
Rec. 2/23/1926, Chicago

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random thoughts

Growing up in the 1960s, the 1920s seemed as far away as the other side of the moon. No more—time changes your perspective on time. The distance between, say, 1926 and 1966 is smaller than that between 1966 and today.
The 1920s? They’re just down the block and around the corner.

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1926

The porchlight coming on again,
Early November, the dead leaves
Raked in piles, the wicker swing
Creaking. Across the lots
A phonograph is playing Ja-Da.

An orange moon. I see the lives
Of neighbors, mapped and marred
Like all the wars ahead, and R.
Insane, B. with his throat cut,
Fifteen years from now, in Omaha.

I did not know them then.
My airedale scratches at the door.
And I am back from seeing Milton Sills
And Doris Kenyon. Twelve years old.
The porchlight coming on again.

—Weldon Kees (1914-1955)

Friday, 11/18/11

Rainy?

It doesn’t matter.

Any day’s a perfect day for a parade.

The Black Men of Labor 2009 Second Line Parade, New Orleans

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The Black Men of Labor is an organization of African American men who promote and preserve traditional New Orleans cultural expressions through Parade Club traditions. Social Aid and Pleasure Clubs in New Orleans African American community were formed as early as the late 1700’s to respond to the lack of access to medical care, and insurance and to provide members proper burial. A direct link to West African traditions of burial and tribal societies is undeniable in the light of recent studies which tell us the history of West Africans in early Louisiana. The Black Men of Labor was founded in 1993 by Fred J. Johnson, Jr. and Musicians Benny Jones, Sr. and Gregory Stafford, to reaffirm and pay tribute to the contributions of African American men in the work place. The Black Men of Labor believes in the importance of the image which they uphold: honorable, hardworking, committed, law abiding citizens with a focus on preserving the history and culture of traditional Jazz Music which is passed on from generation to generation. Celebrated Jazz Musicians Mr. Danny and Mrs. Blu Lu Barker served as the inspiration for the Black Men of Labor to organize a meaningful Parade club which has returned traditional Jazz to the streets of New Orleans in the form of their annual Labor Day Parade. Members take pride in the fact their contributions have been the source of economic empowerment to a mixed minority group of local entrepreneurs and small business. The Black Men of Labor has consistently produced an annual Parade which attracts thousands of diverse people each year in a most peaceful and jovial atmosphere. The Parade also has another purpose. The Black Men of Labor seek to preserve traditional New Orleans Jazz by hiring musicians that play New Orleans Jazz music as it was performed by such great Brass Bands and musicians as Louis Armstrong, Danny Barker, Paul Barbarin, Duke Dejan, Milton Batiste, The Olympia Brass Band, the Onward, The Excelsior, Tuxedo, Eureka Brass Band, Doc. Paulin Brass Band, E. Gibson Brass Band, Reliance Brass Band, George Williams Brass Band, Cal Blunt

Brass Band, and the Royal Brass Band. It is the belief of The Black Men of Labor that more than any other single element of New Orleans culture, traditional New Orleans Jazz music is responsible for the City’s worldwide fame. The Black Men of Labor is committed to the preserving and continuing this music—on the streets, in the clubs, and gaining new audiences throughout the world. To further its commitment The Black Men of Labor have started a Mentoring Program to socially and economically disadvantage inner city young males from the age of 8-18 year of age in training, educating and grooming them in upholding this great culture and tradition through a weekend music program. The annual Parade always features a 15 member traditional Brass Band with multiple generation of musicians in full uniform (which consist of a Black Band Hat, White Shirt, Black Pants and Black Shoes) performing the best of New Orleans traditional Jazz with decorum and joy.

The Black Men of Labor Website

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In other places, culture comes down from on high. In New Orleans, it bubbles up from the street.

—Ellis Marsalis (Michael P. Smith, Mardi Gras Indians [2007], epigraph)

Thursday, 11/17/11

three takes

“Now That We Found Love” (AKA “Now That We’ve Found Love”)
(K. Gamble & L. Huff)

take 1

Heavy D (AKA Dwight Arrington Myers), May 24, 1967-November 8, 2011

Heavy D & the Boyz, 1991

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take 2

O’Jays, 1973

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take 3

Third World, live

Wednesday, 11/16/11

OK, that’s enough clarity.

There’s a place, too, for utter mayhem.

Karp, live, Alabama, 1996

Hands down one of the most important videos on youtube

—superdude593, YouTube

Tuesday, 11/15/11

Often feel muddled?

Me, too.

That’s why I turn to Webern and Mondrian.

What they offer, more than anything, is clarity.

Anton Webern, Variations for Piano, Op. 27 (1936)
Glenn Gould, piano, live

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Piet Mondrian, Composition (No. 1) Gray-Red (1935)
Art Institute of Chicago