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Wednesday, November 13th

next week in Chicago

She’s performing Monday at the Chicago Cultural Center.

Caterina Barbieri (modular synthesizer), live, Italy (Genoa), 2015

 

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random sights

a while ago, Ireland (Dingle Peninsula)

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I’ve always been aware of being an inconsistent personality. Of having a lot of contradictory voices knocking around my head. As a kid, I was ashamed of it. Other people seemed to feel strongly about themselves, to know exactly who they were. I was never like that. I could never shake the suspicion that everything about me was the consequence of a series of improbable accidents—not least of which was the 400 trillion–to-one accident of my birth. As I saw it, even my strongest feelings and convictions might easily be otherwise, had I been the child of the next family down the hall, or the child of another century, another country, another God.

—Zadie Smith, “Fascinated to Presume: In Defense of Fiction,” New York Review of Books, 10/24/19

Saturday, March 11th

more

William Parker’s In Order To Survive (WP, bass; Hamid Drake, drums, MCOTD Hall of Fame; Cooper-Moore, piano, vocals; Lewis Barnes, trumpet; Rob Brown, alto saxophone), “Hymn,” live, New York, 2013


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He isn’t doing that right—that was a very important one. It was what Astaire claimed he was thinking whenever he watched himself onscreen, and I noted that third-person pronoun. This is what I understood by it: that for Astaire the person in the film was not especially connected with him. And I took this to heart, or rather, it echoed a feeling I already had, mainly that it was important to treat oneself as a kind of stranger, to remain unattached and unprejudiced in your own case. I thought you needed to think like that to achieve anything in this world. Yes, I thought that was a very elegant attitude.

—Zadie Smith, Swing Time

Sunday, February 26th

back to church

Choir Rehearsal, “Walk Through the Streets,” White Hill AME Zion Church, Rock Hill, S.C., 2007


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Picasso would be incomprehensible to Rembrandt, but Nijinsky would understand Michael Jackson.

—Zadie Smith, Swing Time

Tuesday, December 20th

sounds of New York

Charmaine Lee (vocal) & Nate Wooley (trumpet), live, New York, 11/20/16


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If novelists know anything it’s that individual citizens are internally plural: they have within them the full range of behavioral possibilities. They are like complex musical scores from which certain melodies can be teased out and others ignored or suppressed, depending, at least in part, on who is doing the conducting. At this moment, all over the world—and most recently in America—the conductors standing in front of this human orchestra have only the meanest and most banal melodies in mind. Here in Germany you will remember these martial songs; they are not a very distant memory. But there is no place on earth where they have not been played at one time or another. Those of us who remember, too, a finer music must try now to play it, and encourage others, if we can, to sing along.

—Zadie Smith, “On Optimism and Despair,” (“A talk given in Berlin on November 10 on receiving the 2016 Welt Literature Prize.”), New York Review of Books, 12/22/16 issue

Thursday, 12/27/12

keep on dancing

Then suddenly I could hear Q-Tip—blessed Q-Tip!—not a synthesizer, not a vocoder, but Q-Tip, with his human voice, rapping over a human beat. And the top of my skull opened to let human Q-Tip in, and a rail-thin man with enormous eyes reached across a sea of bodies for my hand. He kept asking me the same thing over and over: You feeling it? I was. My ridiculous heels were killing me, I was terrified I might die, yet I felt simultaneously overwhelmed with delight that “Can I Kick It?” should happen to be playing at this precise moment in the history of the world, and was now morphing into “Smells Like Teen Spirit.” I took the man’s hand. The top of my head flew away. We danced and danced. We gave ourselves up to joy.

—Zadie Smith, “Joy,” The New York Review of Books, 1/10/13

A Tribe Called Quest, “Can I Kick It?” (album, 1990; single, 1991)

Monday, 1/3/11

Perhaps the greatest drummer who has ever lived . . .

—Brian Eno

Tony Allen

Live, “New Morning”

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Secret Agent, 2010

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When I sit down there [at the drums], that’s what I’ve been waiting for . . .

—Tony Allen

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The time to make up your mind about people is never!

—Tracy Lord, The Philadelphia Story

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You get to decide what to worship.

David Foster Wallace

Zadie Smith, Changing My Mind (2009), epigraphs

Wednesday, 11/24/10

Coolest guy on the planet?

Will Gaines (tap dance) with Steve Beresford (piano), Alex Ward (clarinet), live, London, 2009

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I tap-danced for ten years before I began to understand that people don’t make musicals anymore.

Zadie Smith