A collection of work from the writer, Anthony Dean-Harris, on culture, jazz, media, art, etc.
The Line-Up for 13 March 2020 and evölve for 14 March 2020
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The Line-Up is an hour of modern jazz music that airs Friday nights at 9pm CST on 91.7 FM KRTU San Antonio.
evölve is two hours of modern jazz music that airs Saturday afternoons from 3-5pm CST on 91.7 FM KRTU San Antonio.
The Line-Up for 13 March 2020 Ted Poor - To Rome Teebs - LSP feat. Austin Peralta Peter Hum - Crises and Reckonings Idle Hands - Over the Fence Jeremy Pelt - I've Just Seen Her Jimmy Greene - Good Morning, Heartache Apple Juice Kid - Bitches Kurt Elling and Danilo Perez - Esperanto Nina Simone - Liberian Calypso Elsa Nilsson - Hindsight Shabaka and the Ancestors - Go My Heart, Go to Heaven Nujabes - Tsurugi No Mai Bobby Previte / Jamie Saft / Nels Cline - The Extreme Present Dan Weiss Trio + 1 - Jamerson evölve for 7 March 2020 Michael Wolff - Milton Gold Panda - Brazil Eric Alexander - Lonely Woman Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra with Wynton Marsalis - Hammerhead THEESatisfaction - Juiced Lafayette Harris Jr. - Please Send Me Someone to Love Joey Alexander - Mosaic (Of Beauty) Flying Lotus - Until the Quiet Comes Idle Hands - Snow Child Peter Hum - Embers Jerome Jennings - Be-Bop The Gaslamp Killer - Seven Years of Bad Luck for Fun Rafiq Bhatia - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face feat Cecile Mclorin Salvant Avram Fefer Quartet - Dean St. Hustle Bonobo - Cirrus Bobby Previte / Jamie Saft / Nels Cline - PhotoBomb Bobby Previte / Jamie Saft / Nels Cline - The Extreme Present Bobby Previte / Jamie Saft / Nels Cline - Woke Butcher Brown - Dusk on Crenshaw Jimmy Greene - While Looking Up Elsa Nilsson - Hindsight A.M. Architect - Circus Isabelle Olivier / Rez Abbasi - Timeline Lynne Arriale Trio - Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child Warren Wolf - Come and Dance With Me Flying Lotus - meadow man2 Yelena Eckemoff - Lynx
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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