A collection of work from the writer, Anthony Dean-Harris, on culture, jazz, media, art, etc.
The Line-Up for 8 January 2021 and evölve for 9 January 2021
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I have finally run through my favorite jazz albums of the last year in radio format, because nothing is normal anymore but we all keep trucking along.
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 8 January 2021 Nrorah Jones - Say No More David Lord, Jeff Parker, Chad Taylor, Billy Mohler - Cloud Ear Lionel Loueke - Tell Me A Bedtime Story Chicago Underground Quartet - Good Days (For Lee Anne) Kurt Elling & Danilo Perez - Beloved (For Toni Morrison) Takuya Kuroda (feat. Corey King) - Change Makaya McCraven - Mak Attack Jeff Parker - Fusion Swirl Pat Metheny - You Are Bill Frisell - Baba Drame evölve for 9 January 2021 Jeremy Pelt - Ebony Moonbeams
Charles Tolliver - Emperor March Nir Felder - Fire in August
Christian Scott aTunde Adjuah - Guinnevere Gil Scott-Heron & Makaya McCraven - I'm New Here
Gerald Clayton - A Light
Luke Stewart Exposure Quintet - Brown and Gray
Rob Mazurek -- Exploding Star Orchestra - A Wrinkle In TIme Sets Concentric Circles Reeling Eric Revis - Earl & the Three-Fifths Compromise Tineke Postma - Parallax
Norah Jones - This Life David Lord, Jeff Parker, Chad Taylor, Billy Mohler - Blue Morpho Lionel Loueke - Come Running To Me Chicago Underground Quartet - Batida
Kurt Elling & Danilo Perez - A Certain Continuum
Takuya Kuroda (feat. Corey King) - Fade
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Anonymous said…
Love your tastes, Anthony. As a mutual fan of Portico Quartet, you would enjoy hearing them with author Chuck Klosterman on STORYBOUND
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