Thursday, May 14, 2015
Monday, May 11, 2015
"Today you go in to make a modern recording, all this technology... the bass plays first, then the drums comes in later, then they track the trumpet, then the singer comes in later, and they shift the tape somewhere... but none of the musicians have played together. You can't play music that way. In order for you to play jazz, you've got top listen to them. The music forces you at all times to address what other people are thinking, an for you to interact with them with empathy and to deal with the process of working things out. That's how our music really could teach what the meaning of American democracy is."
VIA Wynton Marsalis
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Friday, May 1, 2015
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Monday, April 27, 2015
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
And the shirt was destroyed. Bleached of discourse. I once thought twice when wearing this ruffled white infesto. Just a simple white dress shirt with ruffles. But a man died for this shirt and now it's gone. But where do these things go that are beyond memory or treasure. landfills filled with invaluable valuables. But what about the dreams on the ceiling and the early morning promises. And the shit is gone and I sob.
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
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