A collection of work from the writer, Anthony Dean-Harris, on culture, jazz, media, art, etc.
The Line-Up for 7 February 2020 and evölve for 8 February 2020
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New intro music for The Line-Up: Makaya McCraven - Three Fifths a Man
New intro music for evölve: Liberty Ellman - Rhinocerisms The Line-Up for 7 February 2020 Tim Stine Quartet - Knots Teebs - Why Like Kenny Barron & Dave Holland Trio feat. Johnathan Blake - Porto Alegre Pablo Held - Ascent Nutria - The Mission Jill Scott - The Light of the Sun Luke Norris - Excavate Matt Mayhall - Longview, TX MF DOOM - High John Jeff Parker - Max Brown Pt. 1 Chicago Underground Quartet - Orgasm Bobby Previte / Jamie Saft / Nels Cline - PhotoBomb Flying Lotus - Breathe . Something/Stellar STar Rafiq Bhatia - The Single Petal of a Rose evölve for 8 February 2020 Lolly Allen - Emily Teebs - View Point Christian McBride - Sister Rosa The Diva Jazz Orchestra - Slipped Disc Flying Lotus - Golden Diva Eric Alexander - Lonely Woman Vincent Herring / Bobby Watson / Gary Bartz - Klactoveedsedstene RJD2 - Ghostwriter Kenny Barron & Dave Holland Trio feat. Johnathan Blake - Porto Alegre Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra - Armageddon Nujabes - Aruarian Dance Chris Speed Trio - Helicopter Lineman Matt Mayhall - Longview, TX Jonti - Twirligig Kat Edmonson - A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes Kat Edmonson - All I Do Is Dream of You Kat Edmonson - The Age of Not Believing feat. Bill Frisell Kat Edmonson - Be Careful How You Wish DJ Harrison - Echo Parking Rafiq Bhatia - The Single Petal of a Rose Local Talent - Tundra Pablo Held - Ascent Jonny Greenwood - Proven Lands Jose James - Turn Me Up feat. Aloe Blacc Alicia Olatuja - People Make the World Go Round Rel - Reality Distortion Field Chicago Underground Quartet - Orgasm
A good friend of mine sent me an article that he wanted me to blog about. Frankly, I had a lot on my mind at the moment to write here and I'll be sure to have those ideas here soon, but after sitting with the idea for a little while, this post sort of wrote itself in my head. What is a rather shocking, terrible subject just sort of came out as preposterously humorous to me. I hope you share the same sentiment, otherwise this may get a little uncomfortable. ---------------------------------------------------- Richard Whitehurst of Columbus, Ohio, is working on his next artistic piece to open at the William Strunk, Jr. Museum of Contemporary Art in Akron. This piece is... get ready now... The Rape Tunnel . Those who crawl into the 22-foot long, steadily shrinking tunnel will eventually find themselves in a small room in which Whitehurst will do all he can to rape those who cross his one-way path. Ooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo Whitehurst claims he's undertaking this work...
About a month ago, Patrick Jarenwattananon of NPR's A Blog Supreme put together a group of lists of recent gateway jazz albums from prominent young jazz enthusiasts and bloggers. The Jazz Now Project was a rather brilliant idea and opened up a lot of discussion and awareness about the future of jazz and really shows what the field looks like right now. Early on the the culmination of this project, Jarenwattananon opened the submission of suggestions not only to those he specifically asked but also to other readers of the blog and on the email list. So it didn't take me long for me to submit my own Jazz Now list . (And special thanks to him for linking the post on the compilation of Jazz Now submissions. I got my highest hit count yet of 29 readers because of him. I really need more readers.) When I emailed him the link to my blog for submission, Jarenwattananon thanked me for my list and mentioned that I was the only black guy to have sent anything. ...
It happened the way one would expect it to happen in a movie. I'm a middle-aged man with a particular set of skills, renowned in certain corners but technically on the outs, when I got a call out of the blue about a life-changing opportunity where I'd uproot my life for a shot at the brass ring, even if it has its own complications. Of course, if this were a movie, the call would have been a guy flying in on a helicopter and landing in the park across the street from my previous home in San Antonio, with my boss walking up my long driveway, taking off his sunglasses, hair tousled in the wind, and starting with "You're a hard man to find", but a phone call out of the blue also sufficed. Last year around this time, I was stuck in a rut. I had gotten the job I thought I wanted managing the adorable hot spring bath house resort/craft beer & wine bar on the Southside of San Antonio, Texas, that my landlord spent years dreaming into reality. People found it charming...
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