We've given the word 'mob' a bad name.
Apr. 29th, 2002 10:21 pmI feel like I did multiple things at once this evening, and yet...not much to show. I suppose because I was doing activities that have no final product: eating dinner, watching TV (including parts of the painfully bad Gilda Radner movie
limenal mentions), finding cheap CD's, reading articles -- all while doing some LJ and IM in the background. Now it's 10:30 pm and almost bed time. I think I'll take Alice Coltrane to bed with me -- british mag Wire has her on the cover and an exclusive interview. I'm not sure I've talked about it much here, but I'm a HUGE Alice fan. It cames from Borders, remarkably. Then again, so did Cecil Taylor. Something about abstract jazz and improv meditations on Sunday mornings that cures hangovers and sleep-deprivation and enabled me to function with the customers. Though Alice is much more approachable than Cecil. I don't think I've converted anyone in my life over to Cecil, but at least Damon found Alice.
[Side note: I think I'm watching a new Blackstar video? No wait, this is from the first album -- Respiration. I just didn't recognize the beat for a second and I've never seen the video. When will their second album come out? I miss them.]
Music really is my religion, and I'm constantly proselytizing. I'm also probably get caught up in dogma a lot, but I'm trying not to be so rigid and working on reconstructing the texts. I may wear the black plastic glasses, but I'm not one of the pharisee record store workers.
Now I've switched to Comedy Central where David Alan Grier is playing Maya Angelou doing Butterfinger commercials. And Death Row Bloopers video tapes. They need to rerun this episode more often.
I think my time in front of the TV is over.
[Side note: I think I'm watching a new Blackstar video? No wait, this is from the first album -- Respiration. I just didn't recognize the beat for a second and I've never seen the video. When will their second album come out? I miss them.]
Music really is my religion, and I'm constantly proselytizing. I'm also probably get caught up in dogma a lot, but I'm trying not to be so rigid and working on reconstructing the texts. I may wear the black plastic glasses, but I'm not one of the pharisee record store workers.
Now I've switched to Comedy Central where David Alan Grier is playing Maya Angelou doing Butterfinger commercials. And Death Row Bloopers video tapes. They need to rerun this episode more often.
I think my time in front of the TV is over.
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Date: 2002-04-30 09:20 am (UTC)By Howard Reich
Tribune arts critic
April 29, 2002
Only in Chicago:
- On the South Side, a capacity audience packs a Park District field house to pay homage to a high priest of the city's jazz avant-garde.
- On the North Side, an overflow audience jams into a neighborhood bar to savor the most outlandish forms of jazz experimentation.
Though separated by geography, these two glorious weekend events attested to the dynamism and perpetual expansion of new music in this city.
rest of story here: http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/local/chicago/chi-0204290195apr29.story