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've often said that I have always done what I've done because of sheer momentum. Sure, I try to move cautiously in life. I once said while in the middle of a particularly altered state of mind, sitting on the rocky shore of a lake, certain that a part of my consciousness could travel through time, that if I could make it here to this place to tell the story, surely it must have all worked out in the end. I forgot that I was still living in the story that I was yet to tell. I forgot that the telling of the story is an element of the story. I forgot that the telling of the story, like all other elements in life, takes up the currency of time. At a certain point, I realized that I had locked myself into writing about jazz music. I knew long ago that I was lazy, but also that I could find a way to reframe things well. It's a habit common of writers, those of us who have a way of using communication, a thing nearly all of humankind is able to do, and find a way to make such
As it has become customary, check out my latest post at Nextbop about the Wild West nature of the music industry . The post has a lot of hyperlinks in it (hyperlinks in my posts are like Klostermanian footnotes) but there are some articles and posts that I linked in there that I can't stress enough that you read: Jason Parker has some thoughts about how he's pretty much moved past the Grammys . Rachael Maddux has blown the lid off the internet with her article in Paste with the question "Is Indie Dead?" Both of these pieces are really great, especially Maddux's (I can't stress that enough). So please take the time to read them on top of whatever else you're doing on the internet. Also, subscribe to Paste Magazine if you can. I haven't myself, but I intend to rather soon. I really like the publication and have a few ties to them. I can't support them financially right now because I'm as broke as an unfunny joke but I can at least spread t
Every year in San Antonio, on the Second Saturday of October, ArtPace holds an event called Chalk It Up. It usually closes off downtown Houston Street to have artists and families drawn on the ground, laying claim to the city they navigate, pulling us together in creation. The weather is usually pleasant. People are always in a good mood. It has over the years become one of my favorite things of the year. Even when I miss attending the event, I end up in some other adventure or some other business that turns out to be worth it all. Chalk It Up is just one of the ways that day just seems magical here. Perhaps the art walk that night is particularly crisp. Maybe someone has a really good lunch somewhere in the sunshine where a breeze blows in and a moment of calm defines how that whole day went. I've been Baptist for far too long for me to ever feel a connection to Halloween, try as I might now and then. But I've taken a fall holiday on of my own, for I celebrate the Second Satur
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