Saturday, June 26, 2010
was finally able to acquire a copy of the good book (the book of books), though it cost me a weeks pay.
first checked this book out of the massart library as a wee lad, such an influence the good book has had on my life......
- the heavens
- barren landscapes
- marble landscapes
- the burning of the rural district of buchen
- piet mondrian - operation "sea lion"
- brandenburg sand
- teutoburg forest
- midsummer's night
- trip through the country
- the rhine
- isis and osiris
- heavy water
- way across the red sea
- through the center of the earth
- the night, when isis weeps
- birth of the sun
Sunday, June 20, 2010
- bill dixon / archie shepp - bill dixon / archie shepp - savoy - 1964
- cecil taylor - conquistador! - blue note - 1966
- bill dixon - intents and purposes - rca - 1967
- the marzette watts ensemble - the marzette watts ensemble - savoy - 1969
- bill dixon / franz koglmann / steve lacy - opium - between the lines - 1973-1976/2001
- bill dixon - bill dixon in italy volume one - soul note - 1980
- bill dixon - bill dixon in italy volume two - soul note - 1981
- bill dixon - november 1981 - soul note - 1982
- bill dixon - thoughts - soul note - 1985
- bill dixon - son of sisyphus - soul note - 1990
- bill dixon - vade mecum i - soul note - 1993
- bill dixon - vade mecum ii - soul note - 1996
- tony oxley - the enchanted messenger: live from berlin jazz festival - soul note - 1996
- bill dixon & tony oxley - papyrus - volume i - soul note - 1999
- bill dixon & tony oxley - papyrus - volume ii - soul note - 1999
- bill dixon - odyssey: solo works - s/r - 2001
- cecil taylor / bill dixon / tony oxley - s/t - victo - 2002
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
we stood there, listening attentively together. at first i heard only the deep note of the water and the hissings rising from its turbulent surface. the willows, for once, were motionless and silent. then a sound like the humming of a distant gong. it seemed to come across to us in the darkness from the waste of swamps and willows opposite. it was repeated at regular intervals, but it was certainly neither the sound of a bell nor the hooting of a distant steamer. i can liken it to nothing so much as to the sound of an immense gong, suspended far up in the sky, repeating incessantly its muffled metallic note, soft and musical, as it was repeatedly struck. my heart quickened as i listened.
text from the willows, images from 2 new elevator bath recordings, one by keith berry and the other by matt shoemaker, both containing ancient sounds that "seem to increase with the darkness".