It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.
Anne Carson, from Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
Well that was incredible. The singer was just pouring out a heart rending, soulful rendition of Creep that would make your chest shudder. Her possessed driven voice was looking to smash right out of that room, like a gail force from massive unseen pipes. She could turn from whisper to soaring then back.
Meanwhile, the backing band played a giddily infectious and genial vamp, like it just went right over their heads that Creep is a devastatingly sorrowful song–not melancholy, but acute anguish, bereaved loss as a freely gushing wound that doesn’t heal.But no, they carried entire duration of the song–like it was jauntily amiable, laid back and with the purest kind of no-fucks-to-give, bounce in its gait. For me, it recalled the sensation and storied feel of Herbie Hancock’s Fat Albert Rotunda, or the lope along good natured Linus and Lucy theme from countless Peanuts animated specials–which only added to the thick warm mallow feeling it stirred in me.
Her voice railed with loneliness and loss. It’s sonorous dolor filled the air enveloping the rhythm section, but instead of leaching the vitality out of them, it was like they just absorbed her energy for juice. It cranked the mood coming off them from dopey laissez-faire to jubilation, the loping feel of the rhythm’s stride shifted subtly, rising in mood to a march. Then up from march to a joyous victory dance without changing any tempo, dynamic, or orchestration, just like they appropriated the agony energy of her song and transformed it into an aural ecstasy more suited to a dervish.
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Musicians Vocals: India Carney Bass: Sam Wilkes Drums: Lemar Carter Guitar: Ryan Lerman Wurlitzer: Jack Conte (who you might recognise from Pomplamoose) Recording Engineer: Pete Min
As renowned as the Blue Note Sleeves are, that cover from Impulse steals this show. It's a great album too. 🎼🎼🎶🎺 🎷 🎹🎶🎼🎼
There is so much great music in the world, but there is nothing like the worlds of music in jazz.
Smoking Jazz Smokers
All the beautiful women with their zaftig curvy bodies and strong sexy feet.
have a nice day :)
Yes.
That is a seriously romantic font, it suggests a phantasmagoria.
My God, but if that wasn't the worst piece of advice I ever took--more than once, to boot, I can't imagine anything more ruinous, degrading, and irrevocably fatal for the soul.
Certainly if you must love anything or anyone, then do it while you are young and filled with foolish good nature and resilience. Spend both like a drunken sailor, because both wane no matter how you live your life.
No one does escape. It doesn't matter one bit. Humility is everything.
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