Well, but how deeply I regret any sadness you have suffered and how grateful I am in anticipation of any good you have enjoyed. That is to say, I pray for you. And there’s an intimacy in it. That’s the truth.
— “Gilead”, Marilynne Robinson
“Jazz isn’t dead, it just smells funny”
— Frank Zappa
I’ve been on an allmusic.com-inspired jazz exploration the last few weeks. It’s mostly 50s and 60s stuff for me right now. Here’s the list of my favorites so far:
- A Love Supreme, John Coltrane
- Kind of Blue, Miles Davis
- That’s Where It’s At, Stanley Turrentine
- Pithecanthropus Erectus, Charles Mingus
- Blue Train, John Coltrane
- Moanin’, Art Blakey & the Jazz Messengers
- Midnight Blue, Kenny Burrell
- The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady, Charles Mingus
- Bitches Brew, Miles Davis
- New York, New York, George Russell
I will recruit for myself and you as I go,
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,
I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them,
Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.
— Walt Whitman, “Song of the Open Road”, Canto 5
Don’t search for answers, which could not be given to you now because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, one distant day live right into the answer.
— R. M. Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
I am Beauty come into the Hell of the Practical.
— Benjamin de Casseres, Mirrors of New York : on skyscrapers