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
I had intended for my next post to be about America's socio-economic economy, but I'll save that for a little bit later. I was just reading through my normal load of publications and I ran across a brief article that bothered me so much upon reading it that I just had to write something about it. NME reports this morning that John Paul Jones and Jimmy Page got tired of waiting for Robert Plant to make up his mind about doing a new tour with Led Zeppelin and they're just going on without him . Considering how late to the game I am to one of the best bands ever, I cannot feel right in saying whether or not this must stand, but I know this certainly bothers me. Maybe it's a matter of perspective, but at what is the art still pure from its source when the authors are missing? Is Led Zeppelin still Led Zeppelin if Bonzo's son is playing the drums and some other dude is doing all the singing? When it was 75% original band and things were kept in the family for the ot
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. He figured that this
"There are years that ask questions and years that answer." --Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God Folks have been bandying that quotation around the last few weeks on Twitter, the social network that just won't quit no matter what literal Apartheid-era Afrikaner and dumb Bond villain does to stomp all over it, asking what 2022 was for them. I didn't know after ruminating on it for some time, ultimately joking it was a year that made very pointed, declarative statements about how my life herein would go in some ways and made phrases that trailed off into nothing, leaving me to guess its intentions in others. It was a year of feast and famine as my years often are, and always interesting, as I often hope my life is. I wasn't not entertained, even when I was sad or even when I was irritated, and that's always been my hope to approach life that way. But I still don't know what this year was to me. Freelance music journalist Larry Fitzm
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