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Sonny Rollins responds to a controversial New Yorker article.
Dewey Redman, Makanda Ken McIntyre, Charlie Haden, Amina Claudine Myers, Paul Motian.
This photo was taken at the Liberation Music Orchestra's "Dreamkeeper" recording session, April, 1990.
Thanks to Hans Wendl.
Photo by Cheung Ching-Ming"
Forgotten Heroes: Bruce Langhorne
Premier Guitar published a wonderful article about Bruce, HERE.
An important article from Van Dyke Parks
Carole D'Inverno, Painter
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Photo taken by Bill, September 11th, 2013.
Interview with trumpeter and composer Wadada Leo Smith about the masterwork, Ten Freedom Summers.
April 4th, 2013
"I believe there are techniques of the human mind whereby, in it's dark deep,
problems are examined, rejected or accepted. Such activities sometimes concern
facets a man does not know he has. How often one goes to sleep troubled and full
of pain, not knowing what causes the travail, and in the morning a whole new
direction and a clearness is there, maybe the result of the black reasoning. And
again there are mornings where ecstasy bubbles in the blood, and the stomach and
chest are tight and electric with joy, and nothing in the thoughts to justify it
or cause it."
by John Steinbeck, East of Eden
"In human affairs of danger and delicacy successful conclusion is sharply
limited by hurry. So often men trip by being in a rush. If one were properly to
perform a difficult and subtle act, he should first inspect the end to be
achieved and then, once he had accepted the end as desirable, he should forget
it completely and concentrate solely on the means. By this method he would not
be moved to false action by anxiety or hurry or fear. Very few people learn
by John Steinbeck, East of Eden
Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite. It is a feeling in the stomach, a delight of the nerves, of the forearms. The skin tastes the air, and every deep-drawn breath is sweet. Its beginning has the pleasure of a great stretching yawn; it flashes in the brain and the whole world glows outside your eyes. A man may have lived his whole life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and sober. The events, even the important ones, may have trooped by faceless and pale. And then - the glory - so that a cricket song sweetens his ears, the smell of the earth rises chanting to his nose, and dappling light under a tree blesses his eyes. Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished. And I guess a man's importance in the world can be measured by the quality and number of his glories. It is a lonely thing but it relates us to the world. It is the mother of all creativeness, and it sets each man separate from all other men.
I don't know how it will be in the years to come. There are monstrous changes taking place in the world, forces shaping a future whose face we do not know. Some of these forces seem evil to us, perhaps not in themselves but because their tendency is to eliminate other things we hold good. It is true that two men can lift a bigger stone than one man. A group can build automobiles quicker and better than one man, and bread from a huge factory is cheaper and more uniform. When our food and clothing and housing all are born in the complication of mass production, mass method is bound to get into our thinking and to eliminate all other thinking. In our time mass or collective production has entered our economics, our politics, and even our religion, so that some nations have substituted the idea collective for the idea God. This in my time is the danger. There is great tension in the world, tension toward a breaking point, and men are unhappy and confused.
At such a time it seems natural and good to me to ask myself these questions. What do I believe in? What must I fight for and what must I fight against?
Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of a man. Nothing was ever created by two men. There are no good collaborations, whether in music, in art, in poetry, in mathematics, in philosophy. Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything. The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man.
And now the forces marshaled around the concept of the group have declared a war of extermination on that preciousness, the mind of man. By disparagement, by starvation, by repressions, forced direction, and the stunning hammerblows of conditioning, the free, roving mind is being pursued, roped, blunted, drugged. It is a sad suicidal course our species seems to have taken.
And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I might fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about. I can understand why a system built on a pattern must try to destroy the free mind, for this is one thing which can by inspection destroy such a system. Surely I can understand this, and I hate it and I will fight against it to preserve the one thing that separates us from the uncreative beasts. If the glory be killed, we are lost.
by John Steinbeck - quote from "East of Eden"
A bit contraversial to CBS, Miles Davis suggests the name of his new album.
left to right:
Tony Scherr, Bill Frisell, Kenny Wollesen
Sun, 29 Jan 2012
"Last night I was talking to Fred Taylor...and was trying to remember
and write down all the music I heard at his clubs (Jazz Workshop and
Paul's Mall) in the 70s in Boston. Here are some of them...." - Bill
Nov. 21, 1864
Ginger Baker and Bill
Their first album working together. Ginger Baker's CD "Going Back Home" 1994
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photo by Michael Wilson from the Blues Dream sessions, February 4, 2000 in Burbank, California.