like nobody else
Nina Simone (1933-2003), “Ain’t Got No, I Got Life” (J. Rado, G. Ragni, G. MacDermot), live, London, 1968
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lagniappe
random sights
yesterday, Oak Park, Ill.

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Rising from sickness, I lean on a cane and stand by the river.
Countless peach petals flow downstream.—Ryokan (1758-1831), from “Upon getting up from sickness in late spring” (translated from the Japanese by Kazuaki Tanahashi)
like nobody else
Nina Simone (1933-2003, vocals, piano), “Wild Is the Wind” (D. Tiomkin, N. Washington), live, New York, 1964
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lagniappe
random sights
other day, Oak Park, Ill.
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The challenge: balance. Keep it steady,
now sniffing daffodils’ aroma,
now Googling a rare sarcoma.—Rachel Hadas (1948-), from “Love and Dread” (New Yorker, 11/18/19)
six takes
“Nobody’s Fault but Mine” (aka “It’s Nobody’s Fault but Mine”)
Ry Cooder, 2018
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Pops Staples, 2015 (recorded 1998)
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Willie Nelson, 2010
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Nina Simone, 1969
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Sister Rosetta Tharpe, 1949
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Blind Willie Johnson, 1927
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lagniappe
random sights
last night, Oak Park, Ill.
two takes
“Feeling Good” (A. Newley, L. Bricusse)
Lauryn Hill (feat. Kamasi Washington, tenor saxophone), live, Italy (Lucca), 2017
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Nina Simone (1933-2003), 1965
like nobody else
Nina Simone (“Black Is the Color of My True Love’s Hair” [Trad.], “To Love Somebody” [B. Gibb, R. Gibb], “Suzanne” [L. Cohen], “Save Me” [A. Franklin], “Porgy, I Is Your Woman Now”/”Today Is A Killer”/”I Loves You Porgy” [G. Gershwin, D. Heyward]), live, Rome, 1969
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lagniappe
art beat
Helen Levitt (1913-2009), New York, 1940s
One singer’s garbage is another’s gold.
Nina Simone, “Ain’t Got No/I Got Life” (adapted from Hair)
Live, New York (Harlem Cultural Festival), 1969
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lagniappe
yesterday
Listening to the radio, where they were talking about post-war modernist architecture, I learned a new term for people my age: “mid-century.”
If you’re looking for sunshine, you’ll have to go elsewhere.
This is one of the saddest, darkest, most chilling things I know.
Nina Simone, “Black Is The Color Of My True Love’s Hair”
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[L]ife needs a lot of imaginative fixing, since it regularly fails to provide us with wild adventure and comfortable closure. ‘In life,’ Proust wrote in a notebook, ‘novels don’t finish.'”
—Michael Wood, “At the Movies,” London Review of Books, 1/5/12