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Sonny Rollins

For music I mean… music's so hard. I love music so much. I was looking at this picture called A Great Day in Harlem and it's a collection of jazz artists taking a picture on a stoop in Harlem. It's a very iconic photograph. Sonny Rollins is in the picture and he's still alive– I think he just turned 90. He's been around a long time. Sonny Rollins is my favorite player of all time and that's a hard thing to say because there's a lot of sax players I love. He's got a record called East Broadway Rundown that is just one of the most astonishing recordings I've ever heard in my life. There's a song on there called East Broadway Rundown and it's quite long, almost 20 minutes long I think. That's one of my favorite songs to listen to. The places it goes to, you just don't hear very often. There's a big component of the jazz or genre of jazz, I guess called free jazz that can get pretty out there, and a lot of people hear it are like, “oh, that just sounds like cats in pain or something” and they're not really into it,  and  I can understand that sometimes. It's not for everybody. Sonny, on this song, gets to a place that's even beyond free jazz. It's some world that exists only in this song. I've never heard it in any other song. Sonny Rollins in general, his devotion to playing, the fact that he was already successful in his field and yet took time off to to practice on the bridge because he wasn't satisfied with where he was at and he wanted to push himself even further. I just always admired the heck out of him. 

@michael-shannon

Feb 12, 2025

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Wynton Marsalis

My first time ever visiting New York, I was 10 years old and had the pleasure of going to Dizzy’s at Lincoln Center with my father. I don’t remember how it happened but we somehow randomly met a photographer (?) who brought us backstage (everyone loves 10 year old girls) and directly to Mr. Marsalis. I had listened to jazz growing up, but this experience deepend my love for it. I had been keeping a *New York Journal* (pink with gold edged pages) and started writing a song (used to want to be a pop-star) called “New York is magnifasent.” Magnificent spelled horribly wrong. I brought the journal with me everywhere that weekend, so it was under my arm while meeting him. He ended up signing his autograph on the following page to which he wrote “Grace, New York is magnifasent” spelled wrong just like I had. 15 years later, he is not only one of the greats, but one of my favorites. I listen to his album Standard Time Vol. 2: Intimacy Calling all the time, I hope you will too.

@grace-dougherty

Oct 7, 2021

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Soulville - The Ben Webster Quartet

What can keep you warmer than a tenor sax?

@zenlikeme

Dec 13, 2024

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THE WEST COAST POP ART EXPERIMENTAL BAND - “EIGHTEEN IS OVER THE HILL”

IS THIS THE GREATEST PSYCHEDELIC POP SONG OF THE 1960’S? THE FOUNDER OF THIS GROUP WAS A BIZARRE BLOKE. HIS NAME WAS BOB MARKLEY AND HE WAS ADOPTED BY AN OIL TYCOON. HE HAD A STRANGE, OBLIQUE BOWL CUT. SO PSYCH. CHECK OUT THEIR SONGS. THEY HAVE SO MANY GOOD ONES. OH YA…BOB MARKLEY MAY HAVE BEEN A NONCE. HENCE THE SONG TITLE. BUT THE SONG…PERFECTION. A MINIATURE MOMENT OF SPARKLING DARKNESS THAT EMANATES A DERANGED, CAPTURED INNOCENCE. CLOSE YOUR EYES AND YOU MIGHT SEE CHARLEY MANSON’S FACE APPEAR OUT A BLACK CLOUD OF FUNERAL SMOKE. MUCH LIKE MANSON’S STUNNINGLY HAUNTED SONG “ LOOK AT YOUR GAME GIRL”, THERE IS A DEEPLY FORLORN QUALITY TO THIS TUNE. WHEREAS THE BEATLES TENDED TOWARD THE WHIMSICAL, PLAYFUL AND LET’S BE HONEST, BLOODY FUCKING GOOFY SIDE OF THINGS, THIS SONG HINTS AT SOMETHING MUCH MORE NEFARIOUS. GO LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE LOOKING AT THE SEVEN OF CUPS CARD FROM THE RIDER WAITE TAROT DECK. AND THEN LOOK UP THE LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN AIR FORCE STATION IN LAUREL CANYON. AND THEN CHECK OUT THE BOOK “CHAOS” BY TOM ONEILL. AND THEN READ “WEIRD SCENES FROM THE CANYON” BY DAVE MCGOWAN AND ONLY BELIEVE HALF OF IT. AND THEN READ ABOUT THIS BAND. AND THEN REWATCH MULHOLLAND DRIVE. AND THEN ASK YOURSELF: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH LOS ANGELES?

@tonyprice

Jan 30, 2024

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MINK DEVILLE - “‘A‘ TRAIN LADY”

A STONE COLD NEW YORK CITY CLASSIC. LOU REED IS GOD BUT THIS IS ABSOLUTELY BETTER THAN “WALK ON THE WILD SIDE”. IT’S MADE WITH THE SAME INGREDIENTS. THAT SWEET-TOOTHED DOO WOP LILT, THAT JUNKED OUT SWAGGER, THOSE CHURCHY BACKING VOCALS, THAT BIG APPLE SAXOPHONE… THIS SONG IS SO NEW YORK IT’S LIKE LICKING THE ENTIRETY OF THE PAVEMENT THAT MAKES UP 14TH STREET AND THEN USING ABEL FERRARA‘S TOOTHBRUSH TO CLEAN YOUR MOUTH BEFORE SNIPING DOWN A PLAIN SLICE. AND THOSE LYRICS. MY GOD. REMEMBER THAT ONE MOMENT WHEN YOU SAW THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE FOR THE FIRST AND LAST TIME ON A SUBTERRANEAN SUBWAY PLATFORM SOMEWHERE BETWEEN 14th AND 59th? YOU BLINKED AND THEY LEFT. YOU WENT BACK TO CONSUMING 500,000 IMAGES AND 2000 MG OF CAFFEINE PER DAY, WONDERING WHY YOU FEEL ANXIOUS AND SELF DIAGNOSING ADHD. BUT THE MEMORY REMAINS. IT COULD HAPPEN AGAIN. BUT YOU WON’T DO ANYTHING WILL YOU?

@tonyprice

Jan 30, 2024

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JON GIBSON - “TWO SOLO PIECES”

TWO  SLABS OF CLASSIC DOWNTOWN MINIMALISM FROM THE LONG TIME PHILIP GLASS ENSEMBLE MEMBER.  I WRITE THIS TO YOU STATIONED AT AN ALBANIAN CAFE IN TORONTO’S EAST END. THEY HAVE MASSIVE 4K SCREENS SHOWING THE PRODUCTION OF SAVORY CRÊPES IN GROTESQUE DIGITAL DETAIL. THERE IS AN EDM COVER OF LINKIN PARK’S “NUMB” PLAYING. WHAT A HIDEOUS DESCRIPTION.  BUT I RETURN DAILY.  THEY PULL ESPRESSO SHOTS WITH CREMA THAT IS SO THICK YOU COULD DROP A MARBLE ONTO IT AND IT WOULD STRETCH DOWN SIX INCHES WITHOUT BREAKING AND THROW THE MARBLE BACK AT YOU WITH SO MUCH FORCE THAT IT WOULD HIT YOU IN THE FACE AND LEAVE AN EXIT WOUND THE SIZE OF A COOKIE AT THE BACK OF YOUR SKULL.  BUT TODAY I NEED TO FOCUS. SO I PUT ON JON GIBSON’S “TWO SOLO PIECES”.  GIBSON WAS A FOUNDING MEMBER OF THE PHILIP GLASS ENSEMBLE. THIS WAS RELEASED ON PHIL’S CHATHAM SQUARE LABEL IN 1978.  THE FIRST SIDE, “CYCLES” IS A LONG, IMMENSE AND ENVELOPING DRONE PIECE PERFORMED ON A CHURCH ORGAN.  PLAY IT LOUD ENOUGH AND IT WILL RE-PLASTER YOUR WALLS.  SIDE TWO IS AN UNTITLED SOLO EXCURSION ON ALTO FLUTE THAT WANDERS, LOOPS, CYCLES AND DANCES LIKE AN ARPEGGIATED SYMPHONY OF THOSE THOUGHT BUBBLES THAT APPEAR IN THE LIMINAL PRE-DREAM SLUMBER ZONE.  MUSIC TO GET LOST IN.  MUSIC THAT DOESN’T MOVE.   NOT MUCH ELSE TO SAY. JUST PUT IT ON.  PLAY SIDE ONE VERY LOYD.  TURN SIDE TWO DOWN TO THE LEVEL WHERE IT IS BARELY AUDIBLE…JUST ABOVE THE THRESHOLD OF AUDIBILITY.  PREPARE GREEN TEA, BUT NOT LIKE A BLOODY AMERICAN. USE LOOSE LEAF. STEEP ONLY MOMENTARILY IN WATER THAT IS JUST BELOW THE BOILING POINT. THE ENTIRE GOAL IS TO SIMPLY STAIN THE WATER WITH TEA. THAT’S IT. STOP DOING SO MUCH. STOP GOING OVERBOARD. RELAX. YOU ARE DOING TOO MUCH. YOU AREN’T AS IMPORTANT AS YOUR OVERPAID THERAPIST MAKES YOU THINK ARE. THIS IS A GOOD THING.  HOW CAN YOU BE A MAIN CHARACTER IN A PICTURE STARRING AN ENSEMBLE CAST OF THE ENTIRE HISTORY OF HUMANITY?  REST IN PEACE JON GIBSON. 

@tonyprice

Jan 30, 2024