Stravinsky Says 2.

Well if the pimps outnumber the pigeons
the players still outnumber the nay sayers--
"living off your income" is the new encomium!

Bush baby wrinkles checking for ammo
in a dog day dawn all swathed in pink cammo,
devouring a Denny's Grand Slam Supremo--

The Institute of Pederastics
announced the Heat Death of Disco
at the moment the collected works on Columbia

could be traded for less than a light quarter of bunk,
two cartons of Newport Kings or 24 Yuengling (cans)
SOUTH of DC, post-production

thrown in for free.
No libretti, no maps, no phones--
they mostly just like to leave you alone

up to your hips in the microtones
till the cuneiform fits the uniform--
ears dragged bleeding backwards through blackberries

and dark chromatic woods
varnish through which a crystal set has played
for a hundred years on every other day.

more on Max Roach

"'Max . . . has a flair for 'floating'—playing patterns between the soloist's phrases without interfering or disrupting them. This kind of 'sensitive intrusion' is a very special gift. Only a handful of percussionists can separate themselves bodily from the time in order to add another separate linear, yet rhythmic string of improvisational phrases—without altogether shredding the musical fiber of the performance...'"

more on Bolaño

"Half-done we remain, neither cooked nor raw, lost in the vastness of this endless trash heap, wandering and getting ourselves wrong, killing and begging pardon, manic-depressive characters in your dream, Father, your limitless dream that we have unravelled a thousand times and more than a thousand times again, Latin American detectives lost in a labyrinth of crystal and mud . . . lost in the misery of your utopian dream, Father, lost in the variety of your voices and abysses, manic-depressives in the uncontainable room in Hell where you cook up your Jokes..."

SABADABADA & Loronix--wonderful sites devoted to Brazilian music, esp of the 60's & 70's...

CHICKEN FIST

Thanks for the purple insulator, Miranda
Now when I go through customs

I’ll have something to declare!
The whole time I thought

I was making pearls
I was just making owl pellets

like Prince as Darth Vader
in a good way

but that’s ok too—
the horoscope’s indication

as always a fakir’s trick
with its false forking Frost

fucking turnpikes not taken—but neither
the road to Utopia nor

the slippery slope inhibit
the spiral of growth--

we breathed in a million ferns
in the time it took for the radio

to shut up for Tuesday recorder favorites--
in the fridge there are two experimental biscuits

that the kid in Bojangles gave us last night,
one is Epic, the other Pastoral

one is a bowl of milk
the other is a box of legos & an exacto knife

(btw it turns out those humbos
weren’t fighting because we’d let them run out

of their narcissistic supply
--they just like to fight!)

between the biscuits is a pool of icing
that has been crystalising

since the ozone hit the mountain,
no ice age to retreat from

the sugar just
stayed put!

The Universal Mind of Bill Evans part 1 don't miss this if you're any kind of fan, or if you teach jazz, or poetry...

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

Local trees

today's YouTube - Monica Zetterlund with Bill Evans Trio "Waltz for Debby"

continuing with the Brazil/US nexus Sergio Mendes & Brasil 66 (with Lani Hall) do "Wichita Lineman & Day Tripper...

YouTube - Ambitious Lovers play Copy Me

why the 80's were cool...

a rare item--eBay.ca: Jack Lord's Unabridged International Dictionary Signed--turns out it's his Webster's rather than one he wrote, but still...

YouTube - Sandy Denny - Who Knows Where the Time Goes - Demo recording

from Nina Simone's introduction to her live version...

"We are recording tonight and if this were a recording we'd be trying to do some things but actually I'm too tired to do. But as Faye Dunaway, I think it was, she said, when Bonnie and Clyde come out, she said she tried to give people what they wanted. That's a mistake, really, I know. You can't do everything, you use up everything you've got trying to give everybody what they want.

But I will learn my lesson soon, and then you will buy more records, right, cause you're gonna see me. Let's see what we can do with this lovely, lovely thing that goes post all racial conflict and all kinds of conflict, it's a reflective tune. And sometime in your life you'll have occasion to say, what is this thing called time? You know what, what is that? The clock, you go to work by the clock, you get your martini in the afternoon by the clock, you drink your coffee by the clock, you have to get on the plane at a certain time, and it goes on and on and on. And time is a dictator, as we know it. Where does it go? What does it do? Most of all, is it alive? Is it a thing that we cannot touch and is alive? And then one day you look in a mirror, how old, and we say where did the time go? We leave you with that one..."

a worthy cover by the Pindrop Band...

NYC Tugboat Races!

“Because what it quickly evolved into was a great—forget the spectators for a minute—it became a great celebration within the tugboat community. And it was a chance for the tugboaters to bring their families on their tugs, deck them out with flags and stuff.”

On September 2, the 15th annual New York Tug Boat Race & Competition will begin at 10:30 a.m. at Pier 84 (at West 44th Street) with a parade of tugs, a fireboat spraying water and a Coast Guard Cutter..."

a book--Tugboats of New York: An Illustrated History

& earlier this year--The International Tugboat Race on the Detroit River