Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Trygve Seim "The Source and Different Cikadas" 2000 (ECM)
"Mmball" (link in comments)
Øyvind Brække trombone
Trygve Seim tenor and soprano saxo-phones, clarophone
Per Oddvar Johansen drums
Henrik Hannisdal
Odd Hannisdal violin
Marek Konstantynowicz viola
Morten Hannisdal cello
Frode Haltli accordion
Arve Henriksen trumpet
Christian Wallumrød piano
Finn Guttormsen bass
The Sunlight on the Garden
The sunlight on the garden
Hrdens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no tme for dances.
The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying
And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden
Louis MacNeice
Hrdens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold,
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end;
The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend;
And soon, my friend,
We shall have no tme for dances.
The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying
And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden
Louis MacNeice
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Mementos I
Sorting out letters and piles of my old
Canceled checks, old clippings, and yellow note cards
That meant something once, I happened to find
Your picture. That picture. I stopped there cold,
Like a man raking piles of dead leaves in his yard
Who has turned up a severed hand.
Still, that first second, I was glad: you stand
Just as you stood—shy, delicate, slender,
In that long gown of green lace netting and daisies
That you wore to our first dance. The sight of you stunned
Us all. Well, our needs were different, then,
And our ideals came easy.
Then through the war and those two long years
Overseas, the Japanese dead in their shacks
Among dishes, dolls, and lost shoes; I carried
This glimpse of you, there, to choke down my fear,
Prove it had been, that it might come back.
That was before we got married.
—Before we drained out one another’s force
With lies, self-denial, unspoken regret
And the sick eyes that blame; before the divorce
And the treachery. Say it: before we met. Still,
I put back your picture. Someday, in due course,
I will find that it’s still there.
W.D. Snodgrass
Canceled checks, old clippings, and yellow note cards
That meant something once, I happened to find
Your picture. That picture. I stopped there cold,
Like a man raking piles of dead leaves in his yard
Who has turned up a severed hand.
Still, that first second, I was glad: you stand
Just as you stood—shy, delicate, slender,
In that long gown of green lace netting and daisies
That you wore to our first dance. The sight of you stunned
Us all. Well, our needs were different, then,
And our ideals came easy.
Then through the war and those two long years
Overseas, the Japanese dead in their shacks
Among dishes, dolls, and lost shoes; I carried
This glimpse of you, there, to choke down my fear,
Prove it had been, that it might come back.
That was before we got married.
—Before we drained out one another’s force
With lies, self-denial, unspoken regret
And the sick eyes that blame; before the divorce
And the treachery. Say it: before we met. Still,
I put back your picture. Someday, in due course,
I will find that it’s still there.
W.D. Snodgrass
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Pick up! It's the innanet callin'
Although it's sad to report, I have no access to the internet, accept for right now. I decided to cancel my innanet subscription to save $25 a month. This of course means that the people who rely on this blog for their total and absolute music input will now be relegated to much, much, much lesser forms of musical consumption. Watch your health. Bad jazz causes herpes and other awful shit.
I'll attempt to post some more music in the near future...
I'll attempt to post some more music in the near future...
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Soft Machine "Six" 1974 (Columbia)
Chloe and the Pirates
Hugh Hopper-Fender Bass
Mike Ratledge-Electric Piano, Organ
Karl Jenkins-Electric Piano, Saxophone
John Marshall-Drums
Tennyson's Memories
"A kind of waking trance I have frequently had, quite up from boyhood, when I have been all alone. This has generally come upon me thro' repeating my own name two or three times to myself silently, till all at once, as it were out of the intensity of the consciousness of individuality, the individuality itself seemed to dissolve and fade away into boundless being, and this not a confused state, but the clearest of the clearest, the surest of the surest, the weirdest of the weirdest, utterly beyond words, where death was an almost laughable impossibility, the loss of personality (if so it were) seeming no extinction but the only true life"
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Steve Reid Ensemble "Spirit Walk" 2005 (Soul Jazz)
Which One (244 kbps)
Steve Reid-Drums
Kierran Hebdan-Electronics
Boris Netsvetaev-Organ, Moog, Electric Piano
Chuck Henderson-Soprano Sax
John Edwards-Double Bass
Tony Bevan-Bass Sax
Rain
A teacher asked Paul
what he would remember
from third grade, and he sat
a long time before writing
"this year sumbody tutched me
on the sholder"
and turned his paper in.
Later she showed it to me
as an example of her wasted life.
The words he wrote were large
as houses in a landscape.
He wanted to go inside them
and live, he could fill in
the windows of "o" and "d"
and be safe while outside birds building nests in drainpipes
knew nothing of the coming rain.
Naomi Shibab Nye
what he would remember
from third grade, and he sat
a long time before writing
"this year sumbody tutched me
on the sholder"
and turned his paper in.
Later she showed it to me
as an example of her wasted life.
The words he wrote were large
as houses in a landscape.
He wanted to go inside them
and live, he could fill in
the windows of "o" and "d"
and be safe while outside birds building nests in drainpipes
knew nothing of the coming rain.
Naomi Shibab Nye
Keith Jarrett Quartet "Nude Ants" 1979 (ECM)
Chant of the Soil
Keith Jarrett-Piano
Jan Garbarek- Tenor Sax
Palle Daniellsson-Bass
Jon Christensen-Drums
Keith Jarrett-Piano
Jan Garbarek- Tenor Sax
Palle Daniellsson-Bass
Jon Christensen-Drums
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Julian Priester/ Pepe Mtoto "Love, Love" 1974 (ECM)
Love, Love (320 kbps) Twenty minutes of unadulterated love for your mind.
Julian Priester-trombones, whistle flute, cowbell, small percussion, ARP 2600 synthesizer
Pat Gleeson-ARP 2600 synthesizer, ARP Odyssey synthesizer, Moog III, Oberheim digital sequencer
Hadley Caliman- flute, saxophones, bass clarinet
Bayete Umbra Zindinko- fender rhodes, piano, clavinet D-6;
Kamau Eric Gravatt-drums, congas
Ron McClure-fender bass
Bill Connors-electric guitar
Monday, March 26, 2007
Elevator Music
A tune with no more substance than the air,
performed on underwater instruments,
is proper to this short lift from the earth.
It hovers as we draw into ourselves
and turn our reverent eyes toward the lights
that count us to our various destinies.
We're all in this together, the song says
and later we'll descend. The melody
is like a name we don't recall just now
that still keeps on insisting it is there.
Henry Taylor
performed on underwater instruments,
is proper to this short lift from the earth.
It hovers as we draw into ourselves
and turn our reverent eyes toward the lights
that count us to our various destinies.
We're all in this together, the song says
and later we'll descend. The melody
is like a name we don't recall just now
that still keeps on insisting it is there.
Henry Taylor
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Excuse the delay!
Hopefully the music below and this video of Hermeto Pascoal traveling to sonic planets will fasten you with great happiness! I hope.
Andy Bey "Experience and Judgement" 1973 (Atlantic)
Hibiscus (192 kbps) Baby making bassline.
Andy Bey-Vocals
Bill Fischer-Organ, Piano, Electric Piano
George Davis-Guitar
Wilbur Bascomb-Bass Guitar
Buddy Williams-Drums
Monday, March 12, 2007
Lee Morgan "The Last Session" 1971 (Blue Note)
Some incredible modal funkiness. It was the last recorded session before the beloved trumpet player past from this rock.
Capra Black (320 kbps)
Lee Morgan-Trumpet
Grachan Moncur III-Trombone
Bobbi Humphrey-Flute
Billy Harper-Tenor Sax
Harold Mabern-Piano
Reggie Workman-Bass
Freddy Watts-Drums
Capra Black (320 kbps)
Lee Morgan-Trumpet
Grachan Moncur III-Trombone
Bobbi Humphrey-Flute
Billy Harper-Tenor Sax
Harold Mabern-Piano
Reggie Workman-Bass
Freddy Watts-Drums
Friday, March 9, 2007
RAW
DOKTOR SNAKE : When the ideas of quantum physics are eventually assimilated into everyday culture, how do you think they will effect the man or woman in the street?
RAW : I think that when the ideas of model agnosticism, the Uncertainty Principle, fuzzy logics, etc, become generally known it will cause a social revolution bigger and more global than the Renaissance or the Age of Enlightenment. I have no prediction of how soon this will occur... If I judged by the people I meet on my lecture tours, I'd say it has already happened. But if I judged by that statistical sample I'd assume marijuana legalization would have happened already, too, none of our recent wars would have occurred, and televangelists couldn't get any audience except on the Comedy Channel.
RAW : I think that when the ideas of model agnosticism, the Uncertainty Principle, fuzzy logics, etc, become generally known it will cause a social revolution bigger and more global than the Renaissance or the Age of Enlightenment. I have no prediction of how soon this will occur... If I judged by the people I meet on my lecture tours, I'd say it has already happened. But if I judged by that statistical sample I'd assume marijuana legalization would have happened already, too, none of our recent wars would have occurred, and televangelists couldn't get any audience except on the Comedy Channel.
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.
The firefly waken; waken thou with me.
Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake.
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font.
The firefly waken; waken thou with me.
Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers on to me.
Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake.
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom and be lost in me.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Cosmic Eye "Dream Sequence" 1972 (Regal Zonophone)
Three tracks from the rare "indo-jazz" album. Feelin funky, feelin sultry yaow.
Part 1
Part 4
Part 8
(320 kbps)
A. D' Silva- Guitar
V. Jasani-Sitar
J. Mayer-Violin
R. Swinfield-Flute
D. Grossman-Alto Flute
C. Taylor-Bass Flute
A. Branscobme-Saxophone, Percussion
T. Campo-Electric Bass
K. Sati-Tabla
D. Wright-Drums
Part 1
Part 4
Part 8
(320 kbps)
A. D' Silva- Guitar
V. Jasani-Sitar
J. Mayer-Violin
R. Swinfield-Flute
D. Grossman-Alto Flute
C. Taylor-Bass Flute
A. Branscobme-Saxophone, Percussion
T. Campo-Electric Bass
K. Sati-Tabla
D. Wright-Drums
Thursday, March 1, 2007
Joe Henderson "The Elements" 1974 (Milestone)
Earth (256 kbps)
Joe Henderson-Sax, Flute
Alice Coltrane-Piano, Harp, Tamboura, Harmonium
Michael White-Violin
Charlie Haden-Bass
Leon Chancler-Drums
Kenneth Nash-Percussion
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Tour
Near a shrine in Japan he's swept the path
and then placed camellia blossoms there.
Or--we had no way of knowing--he's swept the path
between fallen camellias.
Carol Snow
and then placed camellia blossoms there.
Or--we had no way of knowing--he's swept the path
between fallen camellias.
Carol Snow
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Paul Berliner "The Sun Rises Late Here" 1979 (Flying Fish)
Zimbabwe (256 kbps)
Paul Berliner-Vocals, Mbira, Foot Bells
Steve Eisen-Soprano Sax
Eric Hochberg-Bass
Paul Wertico-Traps
Howard Levy-Sticks
(Couldn't find a picture of the album,
and unfortunately I don't own a camera)
The Hand
The teacher asks a question.
You know the answer, you suspect
you are the only one in the classroom
who know the answer, because the person
in question is yourself, and on that
you are the greatest living authority.
but you don't raise you hand.
You raise the top of your desk
and take out an apple.
You look out the window.
You don't raise your hand and there is
some essential beauty in your fingers,
which aren't even drumming, but lie
flat and peaceful.
The teacher repeats the question.
Outside the window, on an overhanding branch,
a robin is ruffling its feathers
and spring is in the air.
Mary Ruefle
You know the answer, you suspect
you are the only one in the classroom
who know the answer, because the person
in question is yourself, and on that
you are the greatest living authority.
but you don't raise you hand.
You raise the top of your desk
and take out an apple.
You look out the window.
You don't raise your hand and there is
some essential beauty in your fingers,
which aren't even drumming, but lie
flat and peaceful.
The teacher repeats the question.
Outside the window, on an overhanding branch,
a robin is ruffling its feathers
and spring is in the air.
Mary Ruefle
Weather Report "Mysterious Traveler" 1974 (Columbia)
Scarlet Woman (320 kbps)
Josef Zawinul-Synthesizer, Electric Piano
Wayne Shorter-Alto Sax
Alphonso Johnson-Bass
Dom Um Romao-Percussion
Ishmael Wilburn-Drums
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Spaceship Earth
"It is very important in disembarrassing ourselves of our vanity, short-sightedness, biases, and ignorance in general, in respect to universal evolution, to think in the following manner. I’ve often heard people say, ’I wonder what it would be like to be on board a spaceship," and the answer is very simple. What does it feel like? That’s all we have ever experienced. We are all astronauts."
Buckminster Fuller
Friday, February 16, 2007
Universal Robot Band-"Dance and Shake Your Tambourine" 1977 (P&P)
Dance and Shake Your Tambourine Patrick Adams (256 kbps)
It's Friday. Let us dance and "paaaaaaaahrtaaayyyyy, paaaaaaaaaahrtaaayyyyyy" squiggly synth lines and all.
It's Friday. Let us dance and "paaaaaaaahrtaaayyyyy, paaaaaaaaaahrtaaayyyyyy" squiggly synth lines and all.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
I Know A Man
As I sd to my
friend, because I am
always talking,--John, I
sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,
drive, he sd, for
christ's sake, look
out where yr going.
Robert Creeley
friend, because I am
always talking,--John, I
sd, which was not his
name, the darkness sur-
rounds us, what
can we do against
it, or else, shall we &
why not, buy a goddamn big car,
drive, he sd, for
christ's sake, look
out where yr going.
Robert Creeley
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Michal Urbaniak Constellation "Super Constellation" 1973 (CBS)
Bengal (320 kbps)
Michal Urbaniak-Violectra, Soprano Sax
Urszula Dudziak-Voice, Percussion
Adam Makowicz-Keyboards
Wojciech Karolak-Hammond and Farfisa Organ
Czeslaw Bartkowski- Drums
"To jest zabawny tak, czlowiek ja kopac ono."
Poem
As the cat
climed over
the top of
the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot
carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot
William Carlos Williams
climed over
the top of
the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot
carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot
William Carlos Williams
Robin Kenyatta - Girl from Martinique 1972 (ECM)
Thank You Jesus (320 kbps)
flute-Robin Kenyatta
bass-Arlid Andersen
keys-Wolfgang Dauner
percussion-Fred Braceful
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