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
Some time last year, I finally bit the bullet and got a streaming service. I wailed and moaned for years about how they screw over the artist by paying a pittance to them, how they commodify music, how they work you over in every possible way. Then one day, I found myself having to DJ at a gallery opening and ended up having to use Spotify for some reason and it clicked. I understood the allure, the freedom of having just about any song you need just about any time you need it. The process began and I started to break down. Of course, I knew I wouldn't go with the great grifter that is Spotify, so like with all major endeavors I take on, I researched for a while for the fairest streaming service with the best library for the best value and ended up going with Tidal, much to the chagrin of anyone who follows my Instagram stories (or to the integration with my Android operating phone, unable to use voice commands to play a song at will because I guess Jay Z didn't get the contrac
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
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
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