tonight in Chicago
They’ll be playing at Constellation.
The Thing (Mats Gustafsson, baritone saxophone; Ingebrigt Håker Flaten, bass; Paal Nilssen-Love, drums), live, London, 2010
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tonight in Chicago
These guys will be playing at Constellation.
The Thing (Mats Gustafsson, baritone and tenor saxophones; Ingebrigt Håker Flaten, bass; Paal Nilssen-Love, drums), live, London, 2010
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lagniappe
reading table
You ask: what is life? That’s like asking: what is a carrot? A carrot is a carrot, and that’s all there is to know.
—Anton Chekhov (1860-1904), letter to wife Olga Knipper-Chekhova, April 20, 1904 (translated from Russian by Cathy Popkin [Anton Chekhov’s Selected Stories, Cathy Popkin, ed.])
This I could listen to all day.
Neneh Cherry & The Thing (Mats Gustafsson, baritone saxophone; Ingebrigt Håker Flaten, bass; Paal Nilssen-Love, drums), “Dream Baby Dream,” live, Spain (San Sebastian), 2012
We ain’t never goin’ home . . .
—Neneh Cherry (59:55)*
Neneh Cherry & The Thing (Mats Gustafsson, baritone saxophone, electronics; Ingebrigt Håker Flaten, bass; Paal Nilssen-Love, drums), live, Austria (Konfrontationen 2012, Nickelsdorf), 7/21/12
*“Call the Police” (S. McDee).
Neneh Cherry & The Thing (Mats Gustafsson, baritone saxophone, electronics; Ingebrigt Håker Flaten, bass; Paal Nilssen-Love, drums)
Live, Austria (Konfrontationen 2012, Nickelsdorf), 7/21/12
“Cashback” (N. Cherry)
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“Dirt” (J. Osterburg, R. Asheton, S. Asheton, D. Alexander)
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lagniappe
musical thoughts
More and more, it seems, boundaries—race, gender, country, era, genre—mean less and less.
two takes
“Dirt” (D. Alexander, S. Asheton, I. Pop, R. Asheton)
The Stooges
Live, Detroit, 2003
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Neneh Cherry & The Thing
Recording (The Cherry Thing), 2012
three takes
“Dream Baby Dream” (A. Vega [Suicide])
Neneh Cherry & The Thing, The Cherry Thing, 6/12
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Bruce Springsteen, live (encore), 2005
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Suicide (long version), 1980
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lagniappe
random thoughts
Who says sports are frivolous? Baseball offers a veritable Ph.D. program in life’s hardest lessons. Good fortune is fleeting. Nothing can be taken for granted—ever. No matter how smooth the sailing, the shoals of despair are never far away. Yesterday, going into the bottom of the ninth, the Cubs were beating the Reds 3-0. Exit starter Ryan Dempster; enter closer Carlos Marmol. He gives up a walk. Then another. The next batter reaches on an error. Then there’s a line drive. The next batter? He walks, too. By the time Marmol crawls back to the dugout, the bases are loaded, there are no outs, and two runs are in. If nothing else, the pain would have come and gone more swiftly if the Reds had finished things right there. But they don’t. They add just one more run, tying the game. The Cubs come to bat. Nothing. The Reds score again and, finally, it’s over. Reds 4, Cubs 3. No tale from Greek mythology could have made the point more emphatically: fate is pitiless.
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