JSngry

Every game has its rhythm. It's not just about the ball, it's about all the players, all the bats, all the gloves, all the fans, all at once, endlessly. The better you can grasp the specifics, maybe the better you can catch that rhythm, but not necessarily. A good ball game is like a great jazz record, endless improvisational outcomes on general themes, and when the ball is in play, it's like Elvin & Trane, only baseball. So much going on, but all in sync, and one thing triggers the next. You can get this on TV, but it's so much more organic in person. But w/a 17 month old, make sure you're covered by the protective netting, even behind home plate.

https://www.kylegann.com/postminimalism.html Not sure about that, I don't know enough to have an informed opinion. But the principle behind this thought strikes me as a cogent one, dealing as it does with music as evolution rather than photography: One could imagine that some future history of music will describe the period starting in the late 20th century as follows: "Our current musical language arose in the 1960s and '70s. In its nascent, simplistic state, it was at first mistaken for a full-blown style in itself, and was termed 'Minimalism'...."

Is that a worthy read?

That Brubeck set surprised me how long it stayed so strong. I was expecting it to drift off a lot sooner (and for a lot longer) than it did. Couple that with the Desmond/Hall, this is a steal of a deal!

Started this last night. So far, feels like it's gonna be a helluva read.

Did they explicitly state that bots were involved, or are they just now limiting it to subscribers and that's the inference you're making? Not that it's an unreasonable inference, it's not. But you don't need automation to rally 1500-1800 people internationally to do something like this for Ray Charles. Relative to his fan base (even today!), that's not very many people. Not very many people at all.

Or unloaded a hot item.

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By 1949, a cultural plague was being piped into offices, train stations, and bus terminals: canned, generic background music. The brainchild of an Army general, the idea was pure packaged capitalism. The Muzak Corporation sold hundreds of businesses and cities on the promise that a wash of faint background music would increase productivity, quell boredom, and prevent people from skipping work. Cage hated it. It was just more proof that silence was going extinct... https://getpocket.com/explore/item/the-story-behind-john-cage-s-4-33?utm_source=pocket-newtab

focusing on Gus Johnson!

Condolences to all.

Typically, we all carry guns (pistols in the summer, rifles in the winter), piss in yards, shit in trashcans, curse at small children, and eat raw squirrels while they're still alive (if we can catch them, but that's a tale for another time). At least we do in my neighborhood, which is pretty typical. Kenny Burrell being an artist and such, I can see why he might want to stay inside, away from al that. Although, if I'm being honest, he was in town a while back and we did share some squirrel out back in the alley before his wife came and got him in the car to get his ass to the airport. She's vegan or some shit, and she was really giving him hell about the squirrel. Poor guy. But you know what I say, life is short, enjoy it while you can.

Yeah, but he's dead now. Immediate threat removed. Those incredibly lucid rants, though, live on. As for the book itself, I think it's kinda like the Bible (either testament), just read a bit here and there rather than the whole thing end to end. That's how it/they were created, and probably how they're best experienced.

I like pretty much like all Chico Hamilton records, even the not so good ones, so I'm can't be objective there. I can say that none of these need justification or other hedging. Dave Douglas has never created an itch that I need to scratch. Never. Steve Lacy, otoh...there are no bad Steve Lacy records imo, just ones that I'm can't get my hands on yet

I love it when somebody looks like their music, but only after you go back and look at them again after hearing their music.

Sent you an order via email for: Abrams, Muhal Richard The Complete Remastered Recordings 9 CD BXS 1041 $26 Blake, Ran The Complete Remastered Recordings 7 Cd BXS 1034 $20 Hamilton, Chico The Complete Remastered Recordings 5 Cd BXS 1029 $20 Hill, Andrew The Complete Remastered Recordings 4 Cd BXS 1039 $20 Lake, Oliver The Complete Remastered Recordings 7 Cd BXS 1026 $20

The wire was just so thin...like fishing line. Magnetism, sure. But sound waves, frequency/dynamic range, vertical wave forms....wire? Oh well, they got there with tape, thank god.

Yeah, that part I get. It's just wire in general, just seems like a weird idea to think about using wire for that.

Sets like these are basically encyclopedias. You don't buy a set of encyclopedia to read every item (unless you decide to recover from a near-death experience or something like that), but when you want to look something up, hey, there it is. And you don't have to warm up the modem to get to it.

I still don't get how somebody figured that recording to wire was a strategy?

And the corollary to that is the sad reality that many white people who saw the unique charisma (or however they view it) of a young Louis Armstrong in that footage most likely aren't able to fathom that there were, are, and will be any number of young African-American youth (male and female) who at some point in their life have that same type of charismatic, positive energy. It is special, but it is not exactly "unique" in that only Louis Armstrong had/has it. It's like the photo that popped up of a very young Sonny Rollins. With the saxophone, we all say, hey, a young Sonny Rollins! Without the saxophone...who would we see? What would we see? Coming on July 16:

Yeah, that was a voice. RIP.

I think David's point might have been that this was journalism, period.

Hmmm....I don't see my name on there. I guess he doesn't love me. Not that I blame him for that, but that's no way to sell me a record in these days where we should all love everybody.

Used to bore me, originally. Then it irritated me for a few decades. Now, it's engaging enough to play in the car for a few days. Progress of something, but of what, I don't know. I do know that the slower stuff works for me the best.