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The Cliff Dwellers: As seen during the Chicago Architectural Society’s Open House, 2013.
Cliff Dwellers sits on top of 220 S. Michigan Avenue, just under the iconic Borg Warner sign. Founded in 1907 as the Attic Club, it was renamed The Cliff Dwellers in 1909. After inhabiting the top floor of neighboring Orchestra Hall for decades, Cliff Dwellers moved to the 22nd floor of the Borg Warner building in 1996. It remains a private club and is a non-profit organization for men and women who support the fine and performing arts. The club is a haven for artists, authors, musicians, painters, architects and sculptors. Notable members have included Louis Sullivan, Frank Lloyd Wright, Lorado Taft and Hamlin Garland.
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I took Tinkling the Ivories on October 19, 2013 at 04:08PM
and processed it in my digital darkroom on December 28, 2013 at 04:03PM
Some additional reading June 15th from 08:19 to 08:19:
- Q and A: eMusic CEO Explains Controversial Price Increase, Sony Deal | Epicenter | Wired.com – “artists with albums soon to be sold on eMusic as part of the deal include Captain Beefheart, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Kate Bush, Miles Davis, The Clash, Miles Davis, Franz Ferdinand, Robert Johnson, Kings of Leon, Modest Mouse, Psychedelic Furs, Lou Reed, Patti Smith, Spiritualized and the Stone Roses”
Some additional reading May 27th from 11:09 to 11:13:
- By Joe Hagan: Steve Earle and the Ghost of Townes – Too bad this isn’t online, wanted to excerpt a couple of paragraphs. Good article, but no longer on the newstands, so no way to read it now.”a profile of Steve Earle in the latest issue of ROLLING STONE magazine. Here’s the tagline:
The country rocker almost died emulating his damaged mentor, Townes Van Zandt. On a new tribute album, Earle looks back.
- Stupid and Contagious: Townes Van Zandt – “Rake” – One of Townes Van Zandt’s greatest of many many great moments? Impossible to say. There are so many classics in his almost peerless catalogue.But playing Steve Earle’s remarkable new reinterpretation of this classic track over and over and over this past week – less ostensibly mournful and a little more revved up perhaps, yet also, strangely, at the same time gloriously sparser than Townes’ original – we’ll say maybe it is!
Beautiful poetry. Magical music. A superb performance. A pristine piece of perfect art.
A true classic. If not only for the superb unforgettable line “except for the turning of night into day and the turning of day into cursing'”!
“I covered my lovers in flowers and wounds”
Based on courtroom transcripts, Densmore works up a cautionary tale of the ugly collision of art and money. Densmore writes that the opposing legal team attacked his character and labeled him un-American and a communist for not taking the Cadillac deal. "They tried to convince the jury I was an eco-terrorist because I am involved with a handful of peaceful, credible environmental organizations," said Densmore, who was once arrested with Bonnie Raitt for protesting the cutting down of old-growth trees. "I couldn’t believe some of things I heard them say. I felt betrayed, hurt and very alone. . . Now, you can probably google my name and al Qaeda will come up. Great, let’s go to Abu Ghraib! It was really disturbing." During the trial, several musicians –including Raitt, Neil Young, Eddie Vedder, Tom Petty, Tom Waits and Randy Newman – all showed support for Densmore.
“It was really a bad motherfucker,” Miles Davis wrote in his autobiography of the live band he led in 1969. With somewhat less panache, Davis completists have pegged the group the Lost Quintet, since, unlike the two longstanding Davis five-pieces that preceded it, this one never made a proper studio recording. All of the members– saxophonist Wayne Shorter, keyboardist Chick Corea, bassist Dave Holland and drummer Jack DeJohnette– appear on 1970’s landmark Bitches Brew and other scattered sessions from the time, but only as part of larger ensembles; until now, if you wanted to hear them as a stripped-down unit, you had to consult imports, bootlegs and YouTube. This second installment in the Miles Davis Bootleg Series, which follows an excellent 2011 set focusing on the trumpeter’s prior working band, gives us three complete Lost Quintet gigs, plus the majority of a fourth, on three CDs and one DVD. It’s a real trove, and not just because this lineup is relatively obscure
Miles Davis: The Bootleg Series, Volume 2: Live in Europe 1969
David Bowie adored Kraftwerk, writing the track V-2 Schneider for his 1977 album Heroes (the band would namecheck him back on Trans-Europe Express). African American DJs also found an odd kinship with the Germans. Keen to find a new musical language, they were familiar with the urban sounds Kraftwerk were using; 1978’s The Robots became particularly influential on the dancefloor, and in the burgeoning B-Boy and breakdancing scenes. Afrika Bambaataa fused the melody of Trans-Europe Express and the rhythm of 1981’s Numbers to create Planet Rock, one of hip-hop’s pioneering tracks. Trailblazing electro group Cybotron used a loop from 1977’s Hall of Mirrors; its founder, Juan Atkins, would create techno, and from there came modern dance culture.
Why Kraftwerk are still among the world’s most influential band
My photo, Stereo Sanctity, was used to illustrate this post
Stereo records were introduced in 1958. The two-channel listening experience (stereophonic sound) proved to be so popular that within ten years almost all record labels stopped producing mono records.
In 1952, Emory Cook introduced a form of stereo record is introduced involving the left and right channels cut into parallel grooves on the record and played with a special double stylus. About 25 records were made for this system.
In November 1957, Sidney Frey, the president of Westrex, demonstrated stereo records that used the same principles as Blumfein’s 1933 patent. The following March, the first four mass-produced stereo albums were released to the general public: Marching Along with the Dukes of Dixieland Volume 3, Lionel by Lionel Hampton and His Orchestra, Johnny Puleo and his Harmonica Gang and a disc of train effects entitled Railroad: Sound of a Vanishing Era.
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From Mono to Stereo and Beyond, Part 2 | The Science of Rock ‘n’ Roll
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Earlier, I read…
Even in an arena it was a cozy event. Dozens of luminaries from rock, soul and country — among them Gregg Allman, Jakob Dylan, Bruce Hornsby, Mavis Staples, John Prine, Joan Osborne, John Hiatt, Jorma Kaukonen and Ray La Montagne — were backed by the Levon Helm Band. It’s now led by the guitarist and fiddler Larry Campbell and, Mr. Campbell announced, renamed the Midnight Ramble Band. Fondly, fervently and with few displays of vanity, they sang Band songs and songs from Mr. Helm’s 2007 solo album, “Dirt Farmer” …Roger Waters — the non-American on the bill — gave another “Dirt Farmer” song, “Wide River to Cross,” the kind of stately, overwhelming crescendos he used in Pink Floyd. Mr. Waters had brought a red baseball cap that Mr. Helm impulsively gave him in 1990, and it hung on a microphone stand — a relic and down-home talisman — as the entire lineup gathered to sing “The Weight,” belting its tales of comic woe like a family anthem.
‘Love for Levon,’ Tribute to Helm at Izod Center – NYTimes.com
IN 1948, a radio repairman named Leo Fender took a piece of ash, bolted on a length of maple and attached an electronic transducer.
You know the rest, even if you don’t know you know the rest.
You’ve heard it — in the guitar riffs of Buddy Holly, Jimi Hendrix, George Harrison, Keith Richards, Eric Clapton, Pete Townshend, Bruce Springsteen, Mark Knopfler, Kurt Cobain and on and on.
It’s the sound of a Fender electric guitar. Mr. Fender’s company, now known as the Fender Musical Instruments Corporation, is the world’s largest maker of guitars. Its Stratocaster, which made its debut in 1954, is still a top seller. For many, the Strat’s cutting tone and sexy, double-cutaway curves mean rock ’n’ roll.
Johnny Cash once called 1968 the happiest year of his life. It was the year his masterpiece At Folsom Prison came out, the year he was named the Country Music Association’s Entertainer of the Year, and the year he married the love of his life, June Carter. So it was a fortunate time for a young filmmaker named Robert Elfstrom to meet up with Cash for the making of a documentary. Elfstrom traveled with Cash for several months in late 1968 and early 1969. The resulting film, Johnny Cash: The Man, His World, His Music, is a revealing look at Cash, his creative process and his ties to family.
I’m sure I’m missing a few songs since this playlist took about ten minutes to compile, but here’s a good start for an End of the World Party soundtrack.
- Minutemen- God Bows to Math
Double Nickels on the Dime
- Jimi Hendrix Experience- …And The Gods Made Love
- Sun Kil Moon- Jesus Christ Was An Only Child
- Dandy Warhols- Godless
Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia
- Big Star- Jesus Christ
Keep an Eye on the Sky
- Pogues- If I Should Fall From Grace With God
If I Should Fall From Grace With God
- Billy Joe Shaver- Jesus Christ, What A Man
Old Five and Dimers Like Me
- Fahey, John- In Christ There Is No East Or West
John Fahey, Peter Lang, Leo Kottke
- Sloan- It’s Not the End of the World
Never Hear the End of it
- A.A. Bondy- World Without End
- Jello Biafra Mojo Nixon- Jesus Was A Terrorist
Sky Is Falling & I Want My Mommy
- Count Basie- Dark Rapture
Ken Burns Jazz: Count Basie
- Rolling Stones- I Just Want To See His Face
Exile On Main Street
- Minutemen- Jesus And Tequila
Double Nickels On The Dime
- Stills, Stephen- Jesus Gave Love Away For Free
- Byrds- Jesus Is Just Alright
Live At Royal Albert Hall 1971
- Of Montreal- Rapture Rapes the Muses
Satanic Panic in the Attic
- Josh White- Jesus Gonna Make Up My Dying Bed
Uncut – April 2008 – When The Levee Breaks
- CAKE- Jesus Wrote A Blank Check
Motorcade Of Generosity
- Sonic Youth- Do You Believe In Rapture?
- Johnson, Blind Willie- Jesus Is Coming Soon
The Complete Blind Willie Johnson
- Drive-By Truckers- Too Much Sex (Too Little Jesus)
Alabama Ass Whuppin’
- A.A. Bondy- Rapture (Sweet Rapture)
- Cash, Johnny- Personal Jesus
American IV: The Man Comes Around
- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds- Jesus Of The Moon
Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!
- Little Feat- Brides Of Jesus
- Johnson, Blind Willie- If It Had Not Been For Jesus
The Complete Blind Willie Johnson
- The Velvet Underground- Jesus
The Velvet Underground
- Super Furry Animals- It’s Not the End of the World?
Rings Around the World
- Costello, Elvis- Waiting For The End Of The World
My Aim Is True
- Friedman, Kinky- They Ain’t Makin’ Jews Like Jesus Anymore
Old Testaments & New Revelations
- Sun Ra- It’s After The End Of The World
Soundtrack To The Film: Space Is The Place
- The Blind Boys of Mississippi- Jesus Gave Me Water
Theme Time Radio Hour – 23 – Water
- ZZ Top- Jesus Just Left Chicago
- Vaselines, The- Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam
The Way Of The Vaselines
- Sill, Judee- Jesus Was A Cross Maker
- Rivers, Boyd- Jesus Is On The Mainline
Living Country Blues – Mississippi Moan
- Kurt Vile- Jesus Fever
Smoke Ring For My Halo
- Wilco- Jesus, etc.
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
- Waits, Tom- Chocolate Jesus
- Norman Greenbaum- Spirit in the Sky
Spirit in the Sky
- R.E.M.- It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)
- Lennon, John- God
Plastic Ono Band
- Elton John- Where To Now St. Peter?
- U2- Until The End Of The World
Until The End Of The World
- Green Day- East Jesus Nowhere
21st Century Breakdown
- Dandy Warhols- Hard On For Jesus
Dandy Warhols Come Down
- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds- (I’ll Love You) Till The End Of The World
Until The End Of The World
- Circle Jerks- Killing For Jesus
- Beulah- Me And Jesus Dont Talk Anymore
- Rebirth Brass Band- Glory, Glory/Jesus On The Mainline
We Come To Party
- Depeche Mode- Personal Jesus
- Blondie- Rapture
- Spacemen 3- Walkin’ With Jesus (Sound Of Confusion)
- Prine, John- Jesus The Missing Years
The Missing Years
- Cohen, Leonard- The Future
- Coup- Me And Jesus The Pimp In A ’79 Granada Last Night
Steal This Double Album
- Jethro Tull- My God
- Flaming Lips- Jesus Shootin’ Heroin
Hear It Is The Flaming Lips
- Green Day- Jesus Of Suburbia / City Of The Damned / I Don’t Care / Dearly Beloved / Tales Of Another Broken Home
The Pope finished reading Keith Richards autobio, Life.
I did too.
I’ve consistently done a horrible job memorializing the books I read and films I watch1 because I’m a damn lazy blogger. Before I started working for myself, which coincidentally was also before the omnipresent distraction of the internet and Netflix, I easily consumed five or ten books a week, every week, for years and years without fail. Those days are gone, but still, I do manage to read a few dozen books a year, too bad I haven’t been more diligent about recording which ones.
Films aren’t so hard – I don’t have a moral objection to posting the blurb about movie with a sentence or two of my own reaction, and in fact, expect to see more of those sorts of blog posts in 2011, but book posts are more difficult.
I assume part of the problem is that I always am juggling ten or fifteen books at any given moment: I keep a stash of books in most places I might snatch a moment or two of leisure time – office(s), bedroom, living room, camera bag, iPad, wherever. Unfortunately, this often translates into me *not* finishing books nearly as often as I finish.
Also, since I have fond memories of being a history student at UT, I catch myself wanting to delve a little too deeply into my reviews, instead of tossing out a few thoughts. I’ve had a blog since 20032, so know myself well enough to be cognizant that long posts are rarely completed. Nobody is issuing me a grade based on the profundity of my thoughts, I need to stop pretending .
Long winded intro aside, new year, new rules. Well, attempted new rules. Check back in a few months, and see.
Keith Richards and James Fox wrote Life, an enjoyable romp through the 1960’s, 1970’s, and beyond through the eyes of the most interesting member of the Rolling Stones. Richards frequently claims the reason he survived his decade of being a junky was because he was never greedy about trying to “get more high”, but a few pages later, Richards is so out of it, he’s nodding off while driving a carload of people. Internal contradictions, and unreliable narrator, in other words. Some of Life is a bit self-serving, especially when Richards boasts of his drug-induced stamina, and some is cringe-worthy such as when describing his relations with women met on tour, but fun nonetheless. By the mid-1980’s, Richards runs out of interesting things to say, and the last chapter is even worse – less recollection directly from Keef and more from various compatriots in his circle, or his son, Marlon.
No matter, the Rolling Stones made three great, desert island records,3 another near great album,4 and a bunch of great songs on various other albums, or as singles, and Keith Richards would be a fun dude to be buddies with, if you could handle it. If they would have broken up as they released Tattoo You, I’d respect them a lot more, since nothing released since then5 has been much good. I cannot really criticize musicians for continuing to do what they love, we’ll just say I’m not interested in the current incarnation of the Stones.
He’s been a global avatar of wish fulfillment for over four decades and managed to eke more waking hours out of a 24-hour day than perhaps any other creature alive (thanks, Merck cocaine and amphetamines!). As Keith puts it: “For many years I slept, on average, twice a week. This means that I have been conscious for at least three lifetimes.”
You better believe it. This cat put the joie in joie de vivre. As the legendary guitarist for the Rolling Stones, Keith Richards has done more, been more and seen more than you or I will ever dream of, and reading his autobiography, “Life,” should awaken (if you have a pulse and an I.Q. north of 100) a little bit of the rock star in you.
“If you want to get to the top, you’ve got to start at the bottom,” he says, “same with anything.” Born in 1943 to parents who met as factory workers, Keith was raised in Dartford, an industrial suburb of London. Through the marshes behind the many “lunatic asylums” that seemed to populate Dartford in disproportionate numbers, Keith learned what it felt like to be helpless and afraid, serving as a daily punching bag for bullies on his way home from school. By the time he fought back and won, he’d discovered a fury in himself for which he would later become infamous. The plight of the underdog was his passionate crusade, and anyone or anything that represented injustice in his eyes was fair game. Kate Moss recounts a hilarious anecdote from 1998 in which Keith, sidestepping the festivities of his daughter Angela’s wedding at his manor house, Redlands, finds he’s short some spring onions he laid on a chopping block while fixing himself a light nosh of bangers and mash. When the thieving guest totters into the kitchen with the greens playfully tucked behind his ears, Keith grabs two sabers from the mantelpiece and goes chasing after the poor guy in a homicidal rage. I won’t even touch on the incident involving shepherd’s pie.
(click to continue reading Book Review – Life – By Keith Richards – NYTimes.com.)
It is 3 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time in the New York office of Keith Richards’s manager, a place that might look ordinary if every wall and shelf were not crammed with some of the world’s most glorious rock ’n’ roll memorabilia. Mr. Richards has a 3 o’clock appointment. “Come on in, he’ll be here in a minute,” an assistant says — and here he comes in a minute, at 3:01. This from a man who once prided himself for operating on Keith Time, as in: the security staff ate the shepherd’s pie that Keith wanted in his dressing room? Then everyone in this packed stadium can bloody well wait. The Rolling Stones don’t play until another shepherd’s pie shows up.
Chalk up the promptness to the man’s new incarnation: he is now Keith Richards, distinguished author. True, he is far from the only rock star to turn memoirist, and far from the only Rolling Stone to write a book about himself — very much about himself. The raven-haired Ron Wood wrote “Ronnie,” in which he described Brian Jones as “me in a blond wig.” Bill Wyman, the band’s retired bass player and bean counter, wrote “Stone Alone,” in which not a 15-shilling demo disc went unmentioned. Now Mr. Richards has written the keeper: “Life,” a big, fierce, game-changing account of the Stones’ nearly half-century-long adventure.
“It’s the most difficult thing I’ve ever done,” he says about the book. “I’d rather make 10 records.”
(click to continue reading As Keith Richards Remembers It, and He Says He Remembers It All – NYTimes.com.)
For legions of Rolling Stones fans, Keith Richards is not only the heart and soul of the world’s greatest rock ’n’ roll band, he’s also the very avatar of rebellion: the desperado, the buccaneer, the poète maudit, the soul survivor and main offender, the torn and frayed outlaw, and the coolest dude on the planet, named both No. 1 on the rock stars most-likely-to-die list and the one life form (besides the cockroach) capable of surviving nuclear war.
Halfway through his electrifying new memoir, “Life,” Keith Richards writes about the consequences of fame: the nearly complete loss of privacy and the weirdness of being mythologized by fans as a sort of folk-hero renegade.
“I can’t untie the threads of how much I played up to the part that was written for me,” he says. “I mean the skull ring and the broken tooth and the kohl. Is it half and half? I think in a way your persona, your image, as it used to be known, is like a ball and chain. People think I’m still a goddamn junkie. It’s 30 years since I gave up the dope! Image is like a long shadow. Even when the sun goes down, you can see it.”
(click to continue reading ‘Life,’ Keith Richards’s Memoir – NYTimes.com.)
You get the idea…
For me, the gossip about Mick Jagger’s “tiny todger”, and Brian Jones beating Anita Pallenberg and that Chuck Berry was kind of a dick, and so on, was less interesting than discussion about the music. Keith Richards figuring out open string tuning, for instance, or that multi-track recording is less interesting than pointing microphones at the wall and collecting what bounced off it.Footnotes:
This looks rather interesting
Roscoe Holcomb is one of the giant iconic figures in American traditional music. He personified the “high lonesome sound” so celebrated and admired today for its powerful and haunting effect. His style of singing and his brilliant banjo and guitar playing transport the listener straight back to the earliest roots of American music, a style that remained vital in his native eastern Kentucky long after disappearing everywhere else. Although Roscoe died in 1981, his masterful performances have only gained in recognition and respect since then. This DVD gathers together 2 documentaries about Roscoe made by filmmaker John Cohen and classic performances captured in the 1960s. It presents a comprehensive overview of Roscoe’s great and varied artistry as well as offering an incisive and intimate portrait of the man himself and his background and environment.
(click to continue reading Amazon.com: Legacy of Roscoe Holcomb: Roscoe Holcomb: Movies & TV.)
ABC published this:
Odds are you haven’t heard of Roscoe Holcomb. If you’re a fan of American music, though, his is most certainly a voice worth hearing.
Holcomb was the “high lonesome” singer of eastern Kentucky, a man whom performers from John Cohen to Bob Dylan to Eric Clapton revered as a source of spare, original mountain music and the hardship behind it. His voice, which reached almost into falsetto at times, told of work and pain and wondering — stoicism and emotion delivered by a man on a porch with his banjo and the traditions within him.
In the early 1960s, Cohen, a musician and historian, traveled to Kentucky to film a stark, black-and-white movie about Holcomb called “The High Lonesome Sound.” It helped propel the aging Holcomb into a career that took him away from manual labor and, for a time, into a world of performance where people appreciated him for his music.
Now, Cohen has taken unused footage from that session and several others to create a compelling new movie, “Roscoe Holcomb From Daisy, Kentucky.” It is the anchor of a definitive new DVD called “The Legacy of Roscoe Holcomb” that also features other rare video of performances and a copy of the original 1962 movie.
Quiet, introspective and moody, the new film reveals a man trying to make sense of his life and his music — a kind of music that Dylan referred to as “an untamed sense of control.” In long, lingering clips around Holcomb’s house, interspersed with performances, he comes across as a man lost in time, figuring himself out. In short: authenticity, the kind that any Nashville wannabe today would hand over his pickup and his hound to acquire.
(click to continue reading Review: DVD Revisits a ‘High Lonesome’ Musician – ABC News.)
Marble Arch, London
Playing either Bob Dylan or Radiohead, can’t remember.
photograph © Herman Leonard –1 Ella Fitzgerald and Duke Ellington at the Downbeat Club
I’ve always loved this photo, especially Duke Ellington’s expression of unmitigated joy…
Duke Ellington sits at the piano in a blackened theater, a brilliant shaft of light casting him in heroic silhouette.
Billie Holiday (sic – actually this is Ella Fitzgerald) stands before the microphone, lips slightly parted – as if in mid-phrase – smoke billowing softly behind her.
Oscar Peterson performs in close quarters with bassist Ray Brown and guitarist Herb Ellis, Peterson’s hands a blur above the keys of his piano.
The black-and-white images could be the work of only one man, Herman Leonard, perhaps the most revered jazz photographer of the 20th Century and the subject of an exquisitely produced new book, “Jazz ” (Bloomsbury, $65). Though not the first, and probably not the last, published collection of Leonard’s photographs, “Jazz” captures the textural sumptuousness of Leonard’s photography, while crystallizing his personal philosophy about the music.
Leonard, in other words, chose to celebrate the jazz life, rather than demonize it. While many jazz lensmen sensationalized the dark side of jazz – as in those ghastly photos of a drug-ravaged Chet Baker toward the end of his life – Leonard went in the opposite direction. To him, jazz musicians were to be admired, not scorned or pitied. He saw poetry where others saw melodrama; he portrayed romance where others focused on decay.
(click to continue reading A new collection of Herman Leonard’s photography, ‘Jazz,’ portrays the music in a heroic light – chicagotribune.com.)Footnotes:
- Tribune typo labeled this woman as Billie Holiday [↩]