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
Some performances are so intimate and so strange that part of you feels as though you should avert your eyes. But another part knows that you can’t.
Nina Simone, “Feelings,” live, Switzerland (Montreux Jazz Festival), 1976
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Here Robert Creeley reads his poem “Please.”