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Tag: Tatsu Aoki

Thursday, December 23rd

sounds of Chicago

Fresh Palette Ensemble (Hamid Drake [MCOTD Hall of Fame], drums, percussion, voice; Michael Zerang, drums, percussion; Joshua Abrams, bass; Jason Adasiewicz, vibraphone; Aoki, taiko drums; Tatsu Aoki, shamisen, conduction; Zahra Glenda Baker, voice; Angel Bat Dawid, voice, clarinet, keyboards; Mai Sugimoto, reeds), live (performance begins at 13:30), Chicago, last night

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lagniappe

random sights

other day, Chicago

Saturday, August 5th

sounds of Chicago

Solstice Drum Quartet (l-r: Michael Zerang, Mike Reed, Hamid Drake [MCOTD Hall of Fame], Avreeayl Ra) & Guests (Mars Williams, Nick Mazzarella, saxophones; Dan Phillips, guitar; Tatsu Aoki, bass), live, Chicago, 2016

 

Wednesday, August 13th

sounds of Chicago

Trio WAZ (Edward Wilkerson Jr., tenor saxophone; Tatsu Aoki, bass; Michael Zerang, percussion), live, Chicago, 2009


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lagniappe

art beat

Lee Friedlander (1980-), Detroit, 1963

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Wednesday, August 6th

sounds of Chicago

Fred Anderson Trio (FA, tenor saxophone; Tatsu Aoki, bass; Hamid Drake, drums), live, Netherlands (North Sea Jazz Festival), 2000

Thursday, February 28th

serendipity

Something I just bumped into.

Trio WAZ (Ed Wilkerson, tenor saxophone; Tatsu Aoki, bass; Michael Zerang, drums), live, Michigan (Lakeside, concert presented by Portoluz), 2010


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musical thoughts

Color.

Texture.

Density.

Sometimes they’re more important than melody, or harmony, or rhythm.

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reading table

“The Snow Man”
by Wallace Stevens (1879-1955)

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.