(I Got No Kick Against) Modern Jazz
Feb 18, 2005 musicByOthers
New Release Presents: A Miles Davis Quintet Listening Session Bruce Morris, the owner of 5C Cafe is a jazz genius. For 30 years he’s been living in the East Village, entrenched in the scene, running his own venue, going to see shows, hanging out with players. Tonight he’s sharing some knowledge. Bruce is putting together a listening session of the second Miles Davis Quintet (featuring Wayne Shorter, Herbie Hancock, Tony Williams, and Ron Carter and in existence from June 1965-June 1968). This will be very cool thing for those who know very little about jazz as well as the scholars out there. He’ll give us a history on the record for a couple moments, and then we’ll sit and listen. Bruce agreed to do this for free, so if you come, buy a coffee or something. (Their food is really good, too. All organic and raw.) Also, this is a proper listening session, so while the music is playing, silence is requested. Finally, there will be no wrestling or tramp jumping at this event. I would be totally cool with it, but Bruce is pretty anti. 5C CafĂ© 68 Avenue C at 5th Street, Manhattan 7.30-9p sharp; $free listening@newreleasenewyork.net
As seen in this week’s NonsenseNYC e-mail.
This is tonight (friday). Anyone interested?
Greatest Hits
Nov 17, 2004 musicByOthers
As those of you who knew me when can attest, I used to be a big Pearl Jam fan. Ten was the first album I actually went out and bought, and to some extent it changed my life. It showed a kid raised on the Beatles and Steely Dan that raw emotion and power were just as important musically as beautiful melodies and tight-ass grooves. I’d sing Jeremy in the shower; I’d write the lyrics to Alive in my class notebooks; I’d put on Oceans before I went to sleep. Pearl Jam took hold of my 12-year-old mind and refused to let go.
I still remember the date the second album. came out – Oct 19 1993. I remember calling my friends who had bought it immediately and hearing about the tapes that said “Five Against One” instead of “Vs.”, and the weird sheep-dog thing on the cover. I remember arguing about whether or not Animal was a ripoff of Why Go because the drum beats were so similar; I remember relishing the chance to scream “Get out of my fucking face” along with Eddie in Leash; I remember falling in love with Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in A Small Town, and playing those three chords on the guitar over and over and over.
But what I remember most vividly is the sense of wonder I had at the newness of what I was hearing. The folks who tried to tell me they were copying Nirvana just didn’t get it – they just weren’t listening. I was obsessed with this one thought: where will this lead?
This is the beginning of something, I said to myself. I was fascinated with the idea that someday this band, these 5 guys who had made an album or two that I loved, would have a whole catalog behind them – they would keep making music and grow together and have ups and downs and award shows and greatest hits albums and screaming fans. It became this metaphor for me of the unknowable future – I had no idea what would happen between now and then, but I knew that whatever it was, it would shape the results in ways I couldn’t imagine. And in the back of my mind, I knew, that far beyond the tangle of pre-teen angst, in a world where fantasy words like college and sex and jobs and independent and yes, even adult might actually mean something, the same would be true for me. For all of us. That in our futures lay paths we might never dream of, possibilities we might never expect, but futures nonetheless. We didn’t know how, and we didn’t even know where, but we knew we would get there.
Today, the band that shelled out their own dough to give their fans an unprecedented number of live CD’s, the band that took on Ticketmaster, the band that brought us Yellow friggin Ledbetter, released their first Greatest Hits album, rearviewmirror (Greatest Hits 1991-2003).
And today I look around at my friends. Some of you are writing musicals, some of you are going to law school, med school, some of you are creating new lives, some of you are doing all you can to harness the best of your own. We’ve all gone far on our journeys, and we’ve all got so much further we get to go.
Welcome to the first step of the future, friends. We done all growed up. Forget these first 8 years. Here’s to looking forward, past where you see can clearly, into the great wonder of the unknown. Here’s to the brilliant adventures that life takes us on. Here’s to the Greatest Hits of the 21st Century.
All Night Long
Sep 25, 2004 musicByOthers
Wow, I’ve never posted so much in one day before, but…um…
“Prince Radio Marathon, Saturday Night
Pardon the silence around here, I am currently in an undisclosed location working feverishly on an undisclosed project. But I must take a moment to let you know we’re doing another Prince special on Saturday Night from 12-6 AM, on WBAI 99.5 FM, and online here. I’m not at liberty to discuss the playlist, but chances are you’ve never heard any of this stuff on the radio.. “
[via hip hop music]
What!
Sep 6, 2004 musicByOthers
WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T ANYONE EVER TELL ME ABOUT THE FUCKING FLECKTONES?
I thought you people were supposed to be my friends!
Oh, and Pink Floyd too.
Bastards.
U Have 2 B A Prince B4 U Can Bcome A King
Jul 13, 2004 musicByOthers
Just came back from Prince live at MSG. Oh. My. God. John Blackwell. Candy Dulfer. Maceo fucking Parker, what!!
My shit is all flipped inside out. You don’t even know.
Testify.
My Name Is Peaches!
Dec 24, 2003 musicByOthers
If you’re not listening to Nina Simone’s Wild Is The Wind/High Priestess of Soul, you should be. Thanks to Bill for opening my eyes.
