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
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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