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Johnny was a character, man. The first time I met him I went into this big ol’ house and there were all these black women sittin’ around this big table playin’ cards and drinking. I hadn’t been around a lot of drinking, you know. Me and Bobby Ray set up in a little room, we’re playing. Johnny gets off of work drivin’ a tractor and he comes through the door, a little bitty guy. He busts through the door and jumps about three feet high in the air, and when he hit the floor, he had a harmonica in his mouth and a pint of whiskey in his hand. Whammm! It was like, whoa man, what was that! This is too much, too quick. [laughs] I had to get outta there.
Posted on November 19, 2009
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13. Pied Beauty. Hopkins, Gerard Manley. 1918. Poems
Posted on November 9, 2009
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I am a painstaking, conscientious, involved and devious craftsman in words, however unsuccessful the result so often appears, and to whatever wrong uses I may apply my technical paraphernalia. I use everything and anything to make my poems work and move in the direction I want them to: old tricks, new tricks, puns, portmanteau-words, paradox, allusion, paronomasia, paragram, catachresis, slang, assonantal rhymes, vowel rhymes, sprung rhythm. Every device there is in language is there to be used if you will. Poets have got to enjoy themselves sometimes, and the twisting and convolutions of words, the inventions and contrivances, are all part of the joy that is part of the painful, voluntary work.
Posted on November 9, 2009
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Reflecting The Beatles’ taste for experimentation and the avant garde at this point in their careers, the orchestra players were asked to wear or were given a costume piece on top of their formal dress. This resulted in different players wearing anything from red noses to fake stick-on nipples. Martin recalled that the lead violinist performed wearing a gorilla paw, while a bassoon player placed a balloon on the end of his instrument.
Posted on November 6, 2009
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He showed me about all the wives. He had eight wives at that time. At that same time, I was believing I should have more than one wife. At the time I was getting divorced, I was between marriages. I thought the best thing for me to do was have a couple of wives. But after I stayed with Fela for that time, I saw that one was better!
Posted on November 4, 2009
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It would be great
to go through the streets with a green knife
letting out yells until I died of the cold.Posted on October 27, 2009
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Reportedly, during the recording sessions the band would occasionally stop playing, claiming one of them had made a mistake and that they needed to start over, leaving the sound engineers to wonder how the girls could tell when a mistake had been made.
Posted on October 27, 2009
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See, Roker’s first name is Granville. What does that sound like? Maxwell Roach. Wynton Kelly. Theodore Rollins. Those are English names, from the Caribbean element. They have an island heritage, American too of course, but those British names are from the islands, from the Caribbean. For me, as a drummer, I feel that they are closer to the source rhythmically. What always happens is these cats bring back some sort of rhythmic truth just when it is getting too harmonic. That’s why New Orleans is important, because it is the closest port to the islands—that is where Jelly Roll Morton got the rhythms. When you think about Rollins, he’s from there, and he plays these rhythms. Coltrane doesn’t play those rhythms, but Theodore does. [Sings some of “St. Thomas.”] Rollins imposed so much of that in post-bop that it has become a part of the tradition. Next time you listen to Sonny again, notice how much of those island rhythms he plays.
Also, Thelonious is an island name. I mean, it’s not Greek, is it? [Laughter.] Bemesha Swing. It’s rhythm.
Posted on September 23, 2009
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It’s that time when the night and the day are equal in length. Take this as a model of equilibrium. Balance on the flagpole.
It occurs at 17:18 EDT, 21:18 UTC.
Some gleanings from Wikipedia:
The traditional harvest festival in the United Kingdom was celebrated on the Sunday of the full moon closest to the September equinox.
The September equinox marks the first day of Mehr or Libra in the Persian calendar. It is one of the Iranian festivals called Jashne Mihragan, or the festival of sharing or love in Zoroastrianism.
The September equinox was “New Year’s Day” in the French Republican Calendar, which was in use from 1793 to 1805. The French First Republic was proclaimed and the French monarchy was abolished on September 21, 1792, making the following day (the equinox day that year) the first day of the “Republican Era” in France. The start of every year was to be determined by astronomical calculation, (that is: following the real Sun and not the mean Sun as all other calendars).
You may see some objects hover slightly off the ground every so often today. Don’t be alarmed, this is normal. Just leave them alone and let them do their thing.
Flagpole sitter pic courtesy of Duke Yearlook.
Posted on September 22, 2009
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I used to lay on my bedroom floor in high school coming down from acid with my fingers stuck in a Dairy Queen ice cream cake with Life cereal poured into it like a real bowl of cereal and just cry my eyes out while listening to “Tin Man” or “Lonely People.” There was a phase in my life where I was exploring the more psychedelic side of life, and man, the nighttime would be filled with wild whipping metal music and pure-grain fruit punch and chaos and metal jaw-biting, spine-tingling mental confusion, and I remember so very clearly one morning laying in some shitty hotel room bed covered in applesauce, and the sun was starting to come up and I felt like I had just killed a baby seal…and I had lobsters crawling all over me and laying their eggs in my intestines…and somebody put on a mixtape that had “Tin Man” and “All the Lonely People” and then went into “Harvest” by Neil Young and I remember all the lobsters stopped laying their eggs and they sat up and looked at me and I looked at them and we all went “ahhhhhhh” and breathed a big sigh of relief…and crawled off the bed to lay on the floor next to the stereo to hear that pure, pure sound even purer in our ear holes…and that’s when I knew I dug the folk rock.
Catching Up With… My Morning Jacket’s Jim James :: Features Music :: Articles :: Paste via my ninja, MarkPosted on September 16, 2009
Mike Janssen's tatters and thread-ends
