off to Frenchmen St! I need a live band in my life. I’ve only seen ONE in the week i’ve been here. Not a complaint, just an observation of the musical suckiness i’ve been engulfed in since i arrived lol
Trombone Shorty “The Craziest Things”
LOVE this song…and this album is pure crack
Tuba Skinny “Any-Kind-A-Man”
<3 this band from NOLA!
“There is never any end. There are always new sounds to imagine; new feelings to get at. And always, there is the need to keep purifying these feelings and sounds so that we can really see what we’ve discovered in its pure state. So that we can see more and more clearly what we are. In that way, we can give to those who listen the essence, the best of what we are. But to do that at each stage, we have to keep on cleaning the mirror.”
Source: John Coltrane - Tunji
Kenny Garrett “May Peace Be Upon Them” (one of my favorite jazz songs—ever)
stream of consciousness #0009: music is god’s daddy & mommy
There is a train of thought that is constantly chugging along the great mental metal of minds too great to fail.
That was the thought pattern behind the Titanic—right? Or, was that off since it wasn’t a train, but a large ship atop water, the icy depths of death soon awaiting its foolish passengers believing they could tackle the grandest of behemoths that are the oceans of the earth?
Foolish pride is not pitied. Or, it shouldn’t be. The hamartia of the engineers and architects, the media and the politicians, the crewmembers and the passengers, was tragic on scales more epic than even the Ancient Greeks. Hyperbolic? Possibly. It’s my go-to tactic with gab.
Anyway, the point of all of this is that there exists constantly moving from coast to coast—east to north, north to west, west to south, back and around again—trains without any crews or passengers. Merely trains of synaptic ghosts floating around houses and shacks of greater and lesser minds, alike. That is the great design and infallible construction of the human mind: we are all equal, just not the same. The individual is cut from the same cloth, only varying colors, and possible a little thicker or thinner at some points, as the next individual. However, the slight differences create the most profundity: it is what makes us unique, each of us, including twins—regardless of their categorical typing—that we should lionize.
Classical and jazz music are two bastions of beauty, two sonic means allowed us pity bags of flesh—to take from Rob Plath, mentor and professor—a couplet that should be celebrated. Instead, it is usually only stumbled upon randomly or drunkenly or ideally both with some apprehension until the time in the recepients’ lives are ready to receive. That could be as an infant or as a senior whose life is tapering off to the unknown abyss. Either way, adopting, embracing—loving!—this pair is the true great achievement perennial of one’s life. Truly. I believe it. Yup.
Don’t take my word for it. Go out to Nawlins, listen to some real lives, to some real stories, to some real soul—to jazz. Hit up an orchestra. Download the 99 Darkest Pieces of Classical Music album from Amazon.com—i think it’s like $5, digital download. Hell, i’ll WeTransfer or upload it to my ftp. Dive into the depths of the might-as-well-be ancient music of the last five centuries, it has lasted this long for a reason.
Music is more important than words, is god’s mother and father, daddy & mommy. Music lasts when paper is destroyed. All tongues can create angels and devils at first breath. All fingers cannot craft understood words.
If anyone is looking for God, buy a mirror or a tape recorder. Look into that shit. Smile. Enjoy what you see—it’s reflected eternity, beauty nodding. Speak and replay the words or sounds impregnated in your mind and birthed from your mouth. Give them names. Rename them. Be your own creation truth, crafted in the image of myths.
Still bummed about the Wynton Marsalis at 50 concert
sold out. I’m sure it was months in advance, too. There are jazz shows in March that are sold out already. Grrrrr. Gonna have to see Herbie Hancock in May (I think that’s when he’s playing)
Well, I’ve changed the course of music five or six times. What have you done except fuck the president?
Terence Blanchard “Winding Roads (ft. Bilal & Dr. Cornel West)”
… this was the audio soundtrack for a lot of my essays and some poems … i love Dr. Cornel West. But, not everything, of course. Especially his later things the past five years. We’ve disagreed, but i believe it’s because of him getting older. Too much knowledge will eventually destroy us. It’s a slow aphyxiation: being learn’d. smh.
Kenny Garret “Qing Wen”
another amazing song from the same album.