Good Morning

Saturday Grooving #1

I welcome brianfergusonwp to my little corner of the musical diaspora, and hence another mixed bag of sounds I have been listening since getting up this morning.

Red Snapper - The Tunnel

P.M. Dawn - Looking Through Patient Eyes

Clifford Brown And Max Roach - Stompin' At The Savoy

Autechre - Montreal

Enjoy.

Racks

From the charity shop visit in Faversham yesterday I picked up an IKEA wooden CD rack that has already been filled up and stands proud next to the double rack.

Birthday Greetings

Birthday greetings go to di_daydreamer today. May you have a wonderful day.

Segments

A fine slab of jazz -


Geri Allen, Charlie Haden, Paul Motian ‎– Segments. 1989 (full album)

Geri Allen - piano
Charlie Haden - bass
Paul Motian - drums

1 Law Years - (Ornette Coleman) - 00:00
2 You'll Never Know - (Harry Warren) - 05:47
3 Marmaduke - (Charlie Parker) - 10:48
4 Cabala / Drum Music - (Paul Motian) - 15:32
5 Home - (Paul Motian) - 23:12
6 I'm All Smiles - (Michael Leonard) - 24:44
7 Segment - (Charlie Parker) - 30:47
8 La Pasionara - (Charlie Haden) - 35:16
9 Rain - (Geri Allen) - 44:42

One of the best jazz albums 0f 1989.

Book 91 - Jenni Murray "A History Of Britain In 21 Women"

Jenni Murray "A History Of Britain In 21 Women" (One World)






This is a great idea but executed poorly in my opinion. Jenni Murray takes 21 women who have shaped Britain and who have, in some way, inspired her in her life and gives a short biography of their life, what they achieved and sometimes an explanation of their impact on her life or why she picked them. Some of the people selected are certainly inspiring. It is clearly a personal selection, and that's where I feel it is weakened. The selection includes a range of pioneers in various areas, scientist, doctor, nurse, artist, composer, fashion designer, a couple of rulers, & mathematicians and 4 authors. The balance of the book is 5 politicians and 2 suffragettes/suffragists, which seems to throw the book out of balance. I accept that Jenni is a journalist and has always been a more political animal than other commentators but it did weight the book very heavily in that direction.

Each short chapter is very good on their own, but it is the way the whole works together that I felt didn't work entirely for me. The idea is a sound one though and perhaps one day a female historian will tackle it better.

Lydia Lunch & Wanda Coleman

An interesting clip found on YouTube -

Lydia Lunch & Wanda Coleman ~ Inside Entertainment ~ 12.26.1990

I have Coleman's CD "Berserk On Hollywood Blvd." in my collection.

Saturday Grooving #2

More diverse sounds -

Steve Reich - Tehillim Part One

Schönberg Ensemble · Percussion Group The Hague · Reinbert de Leeuw

Works 1965-1995


Andrew Hill - Illusion

Wanda Coleman - Prove It Why Don't You

Recording from "Berserk on Hollywood Blvd."
New Alliance Records 1991 and was a Wire magazine winner in that year.

Teenage Jesus & the Jerks - Red Alert + Orphans

Enjoy.

Poems Of The Week

Been a while since I did one of these -

The Cat and the Saxophone

by Langston Hughes

EVERYBODY
Half-pint,—
Gin?
No, make it
LOVES MY BABY
corn. You like
liquor,
don't you, honey?
BUT MY BABY
Sure. Kiss me,
DON'T LOVE NOBODY
daddy.
BUT ME.
Say!
EVERYBODY
Yes?
WANTS MY BABY
I'm your
BUT MY BABY
sweetie, ain't I?
DON'T WANT NOBODY
Sure.
BUT
Then let's
ME,
do it!
SWEET ME.
Charleston,
mamma!




LOUIS ARMSTRONG

by Ernst Moerman

suddenly in the midst of a game of lotto with his sisters
Armstrong let a roar out of him that he had the raw meat
red wet flesh for Louis
and he up and he sliced him two rumplips
since when his trumpet bubbles
their fust buss

poppies burn on the black earth
he weds the flood he lulls her

some of these days muffled in ooze
down down down down
pang of white in my hair

after you're gone
Narcissus lean and slippered

you're driving me crazy and the trumpet
is Ole Bull it chassés aghast
out of the throes of morning
down the giddy catgut
and confessing and my woe slavers
the black music it can't be easy
it threshes the old heart into a spin
into a blaze

Louis lil' ole fader Mississippi
his voice gushes into the lake
the rain spouts back into heaven
his arrows from afar they fizz through the wild horses
they fang you and me
then they fly home

flurry of lightning in the earth
sockets for his rootbound song
nights of Harlem scored with his nails
snow black slush when his heart rises

his she-notes they have more tentacles than the sea
they woo me they close my eyes
they suck me out of the world