- In memory of the great Ravi Shankar: - "This historic collaboration brings full circle a process which began when promising young American musician Philip Glass met Indian master Ravi Shankar in Paris in 1965. That week Glass, studying with the great Nadia Bulanger, was earning pocket money doing notation and conducting a recording session for the soundtrack of Conrad Rook's film "Chappacqua." The score's composer, Ravi Shankar, was directing his ensemble from the sitar.
Ravi recalls, "From the very first moment I saw such interest from him -he was a young man then and he started asking me questions about ragas and talas and started writing down the whole score, and for the seven days he asked me so many questions. And seeing how interested he was I told him everything I could in that short time."
"It was possible to graduate from a major Western conservatory, in my case Juilliard, " remembers Glass, "without exposure to music from outside the Western tradition. World music was completely unknown in the mid-60's."
- Much more @ http://www.philipglass.com/music/recordings/passages.php
Seeing mention of the Chicago Transit Authority, some random observations from yesterday:
1. Someone is badly needed to lead singalongs on Chicago commuter trains.
2. Having *all* parking within a mile of a suburban metra station be resident permit only is not very hospitable.
2. Being in Union Station makes me want to watch Bladerunner.
Completed a job process with a second interview and final decision today. Result is as of next summer I'll be changing department and taking over a role directing our graduate education program. Relieved the process is over - a bit of an energy drain over the last month. Excited about the job though.
"Being in Union Station makes me want to watch Bladerunner."
I've known adventures, seen places you people will never see, I've been Offworld and back... frontiers! I've stood on the back deck of a blinker bound for the Plutition Camps with sweat in my eyes watching the stars fight on the shoulder of Orion...I've felt wind in my hair, riding test boats off the black galaxies and seen an attack fleet burn like a match and disappear. I've seen it, felt it...!
- One of my favourites: - "1997. Times were hard , the house was tiny, the Ka-Spellian studio had shrunk to a
what cold be fitted onto a tiny table on a platform where the stairs turned.Normally a session meant wearing a coat as heating wasn't so effective but still cost a fortune.
Despite all that "The Blue Room"still feels like a fresh album.Initially meant as part of a trilogy of colours ,but the 3rd part was never finished.
Included in this Redux edition is a previously unheard piece "Wounded Knee" which is from the time."
- Edward Ka-Spel.
@greg, yes, I realized last night this move will make my name on here doubly misleading - not only not German but not a professor of German. I think it's a bit late to change it now, though. Maybe I should go back and tell them there's a barrier to my accepting the position....
Bandcamp streaming: The long Dead Sevens - The White Waltz & Other Stories
- "Somewhere betwixt the brooding, 10 gallon groan of 16 Horsepower; the baroque drawl of Blue Ruin; the whiskey smell of Bad Livers and The Bad Seeds beef scented brand of western gothic hangs a wanted poster offering reward, dead or alive, for the atmospheric, detailed twang of Long Dead Sevens. Oh death and grief and sorrow and murder shine like a tin star polished with the bullets of Nick Cliffs baritone croon. Yet deep in the black heart that lies beneath banjo, fiddle, slide guitar, piano and derringer; somewhere near the unmarked grave of the coward Robert Ford; in a place that smells of salt peter and rancid tonic, the high lonesome is joined by the growling din of collapsing new buildings. A theatrical steam-industrial moan echoes through the mesa heralding an age not quite ancient and not quite modern. Colts and Mausers unite to shoot em up in this dark, enveloping, weirding wild west operetta.
- Yippee Ki-Yay!" Beta-lactam Ring Records - 2008
- Emusic
- ....and from the boyling cells
By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook,
As in an Organ from one blast of wind
To many a row of pipes the sound-board breathes.
Anon out of the earth a Fabrick huge
Rose like an Exhalation, with the sound
Of Dulcet Symphonies and voices sweet,
Built like a Temple, where Pilasters round
Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid
With Golden Architrave;....
- John Milton 1667
Comments
w/ Bobby Hutcherson in 1982
eta 'companion' album w/ same lineup:
What a good idea to play this Plong42 - and best wishes with your grading, I know exactly how you feel, I've got a big pile coming in on Friday!
About to start:
Craig
- "This historic collaboration brings full circle a process which began when promising young American musician Philip Glass met Indian master Ravi Shankar in Paris in 1965. That week Glass, studying with the great Nadia Bulanger, was earning pocket money doing notation and conducting a recording session for the soundtrack of Conrad Rook's film "Chappacqua." The score's composer, Ravi Shankar, was directing his ensemble from the sitar.
Ravi recalls, "From the very first moment I saw such interest from him -he was a young man then and he started asking me questions about ragas and talas and started writing down the whole score, and for the seven days he asked me so many questions. And seeing how interested he was I told him everything I could in that short time."
"It was possible to graduate from a major Western conservatory, in my case Juilliard, " remembers Glass, "without exposure to music from outside the Western tradition. World music was completely unknown in the mid-60's."
- Much more @ http://www.philipglass.com/music/recordings/passages.php
CTA twice, then 2-3, just finishing up this 1969 concert from Toronto. Two plagiarisms and several who appear to be ESL (despite being Amuricans)
Seeing mention of the Chicago Transit Authority, some random observations from yesterday:
1. Someone is badly needed to lead singalongs on Chicago commuter trains.
2. Having *all* parking within a mile of a suburban metra station be resident permit only is not very hospitable.
2. Being in Union Station makes me want to watch Bladerunner.
Guv.
Completed a job process with a second interview and final decision today. Result is as of next summer I'll be changing department and taking over a role directing our graduate education program. Relieved the process is over - a bit of an energy drain over the last month. Excited about the job though.
G.
I've known adventures, seen places you people will never see, I've been Offworld and back... frontiers! I've stood on the back deck of a blinker bound for the Plutition Camps with sweat in my eyes watching the stars fight on the shoulder of Orion...I've felt wind in my hair, riding test boats off the black galaxies and seen an attack fleet burn like a match and disappear. I've seen it, felt it...!
G.
@Plong42, yeah, should have said "watch Bladerunner again..."
- "1997. Times were hard , the house was tiny, the Ka-Spellian studio had shrunk to a
what cold be fitted onto a tiny table on a platform where the stairs turned.Normally a session meant wearing a coat as heating wasn't so effective but still cost a fortune.
Despite all that "The Blue Room"still feels like a fresh album.Initially meant as part of a trilogy of colours ,but the 3rd part was never finished.
Included in this Redux edition is a previously unheard piece "Wounded Knee" which is from the time."
- Edward Ka-Spel.
My Guvera find of the week.
Moved onto this without realsing as it was the next album on itunes, nearly through it already so I'll finish playing it!
The long Dead Sevens - The White Waltz & Other Stories
- "Somewhere betwixt the brooding, 10 gallon groan of 16 Horsepower; the baroque drawl of Blue Ruin; the whiskey smell of Bad Livers and The Bad Seeds beef scented brand of western gothic hangs a wanted poster offering reward, dead or alive, for the atmospheric, detailed twang of Long Dead Sevens. Oh death and grief and sorrow and murder shine like a tin star polished with the bullets of Nick Cliffs baritone croon. Yet deep in the black heart that lies beneath banjo, fiddle, slide guitar, piano and derringer; somewhere near the unmarked grave of the coward Robert Ford; in a place that smells of salt peter and rancid tonic, the high lonesome is joined by the growling din of collapsing new buildings. A theatrical steam-industrial moan echoes through the mesa heralding an age not quite ancient and not quite modern. Colts and Mausers unite to shoot em up in this dark, enveloping, weirding wild west operetta.
- Yippee Ki-Yay!"
Beta-lactam Ring Records - 2008
- Emusic
- ....and from the boyling cells
By strange conveyance fill'd each hollow nook,
As in an Organ from one blast of wind
To many a row of pipes the sound-board breathes.
Anon out of the earth a Fabrick huge
Rose like an Exhalation, with the sound
Of Dulcet Symphonies and voices sweet,
Built like a Temple, where Pilasters round
Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid
With Golden Architrave;....
- John Milton 1667
The Residents, J-C Vannier, and the Tornados.
I might need to lay off the last one: I'm getting addicted to "Telstar."
Gabby Young and Other Animals