The Line-Up for 12-3-2010

It's all Grammy nominees and stuff getting attention for this week. Ultimately, you're hearing what you should be hearing, because this show is great and informative... or something.

The Bad Plus - Super America
I must say, I'm not wowed by The Bad Plus' latest album, but there's still no such thing as a bad TBP album. There's always some gems in their work, and this is certainly a simple little gem from Never Stop.
Esperanza Spalding - Winter Sun
How do you get nominated for Best New Artist when most everyone in your field knows who you are, you've started and ended your work in academia while everyone in your field knew you, you performed for the President of the United States at the White House twice, and for the same president while he got his Nobel Peace Prize in Oslo. If this qualifies as new, I don't know what's going on.
Darcy James Argue's Secret Society - Phobos
Who saw this Grammy nomination coming? Did anyone? Of course he deserves his nomination for Best Large Jazz Ensemble, but I didn't figure the folks who did these nominations would make such a gutsy move.
Chick Corea and Hiromi - Windows
Why have I not listened to this album until now? God, why aren't people hounding me about stuff this awesome?
Vijay Iyer - Historicity
Gosh, as if Iyer needs even more people telling him how awesome he is. And just when you thought Historicity would topple over with accolades, there's yet another.
Sunny & the Sunliners - Grazing in the Grass
The computer picked this week's soul selection but who can say no to anyone doing "Grazing in the Grass"?
Anat Cohen - Do It
This will be an awesome show, San Antonio. Trust.
Jason Parker - Three Hours
This is just a taste of the awesomeness to come with your support.

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