Some stories about people, music and technology inspired by a mediocre record.
Read moreAlan Lomax, Bing Crosby and Me
The only evidence of my strange day working for Alan Lomax - the Cantometrics training tape he gave me.
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The only evidence of my strange day working for Alan Lomax - the Cantometrics training tape he gave me.
Some stories about people, music and technology inspired by a mediocre record.
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My latest essay for the New York Review of Books, about Two-Headed Doctor, David Toop’s book about Dr. John’s 1968 album “Gris-Gris,” is available here.
James Fei, Anna Webber, Frank Carlberg, Anthony Braxton, Ted Reichman and Joe Morris in Jordan Hall. Photo by Stephen Malagodi
35 years of history with Anthony Braxton - and our reunion.
Read moreThe Notebooks of Sonny Rollins - edited by Sam V.H. Reese
a book review
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Sunrise, October 24
Short reviews of some 2023 records and books and some notes on things to come in 2024.
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New review of a haunting record of Balkan song and improvisations for pipe organ and woodwinds by Kit Downes, Hayden Chisholm and PJEV.
A review of Charles Stepney’s “Step On Step” in The New York Review of Books.
AMM in Madrid, 1995
Thoughts on AMM and the past, present and future of experimental music.
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Schoenberg’s day on Twitter, and a random walk through Kyle Gann’s archive.
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Listening to Hal Willner…
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Listening to a zoom masterpiece in 2021.
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The lost interview with avant-garde accordion legend Guy Klucevsek. Originally published in the British journal Musical Performance in 2001.
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“Lets Call This” an essay about listening to Jazz in late 2020.
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The New York Review of Books Daily just posted my essay about my thrift store violin, a Facebook post by Kim Kashkashian and the music of Eliane Radigue.
In late February 2020, I bought the violin pictured above in a thrift store. This poem grew out of the process of starting to learn to play it.
Steve Dalachinsky listened deeply. He was a constant presence at the concerts I attended and played during my New York period. A few nights after his surprise passing, I wrote this poem while listening to the insects around my house. I was very glad that it found a home at The Brooklyn Rail, where Steve wrote for many years.
I started contributing to the New York Review of Books Daily in the summer of 2018. My first article, on “Salome,” a live silent film performance by Haley Fohr (aka Circuit des Yeux), is available here.
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