Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
Sunday, January 5, 2014
JO ANN KELLY ~
Jo Ann Kelly's Birthday!
(5 January 1944 — 21 October 1990)
Gone over twenty years ago now and remaining one of the finest bluesmakers there was
KISSING ~
“I can’t write without a reader. It’s precisely like a kiss — you can’t do it alone.”
J o h n C h e e v e r
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/01/05/opinion/sunday/the-loneliness-of-the-long-distance-reader.html?hp&rref=opinion
Saturday, January 4, 2014
JOHN CAGE'S ROARATORIO ~
Performers ~
John Cage, Voice
Joe Heaney, Singer
Seamus Ennis, Uillean pipes
Paddy Glackin, Fiddle
Matt Malloy, Flute
Peadher Mercier, Mell Mercier,
to peter garland
Friday, January 3, 2014
Thursday, January 2, 2014
J.D. WHITNEY ~
A Two-Booklet-in-One publication
designed as two way traffic on the foldout page
J.D. Whitney gives us poems that match and pair and touch one another
what the poet terms "dually" in the best sense of the word
a sample of one section of the booklet
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| copyright J.D. Whitney |
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
A NEW YEAR KINDA GUY ~

(2013)
All tracks previously unissued
Omnivore Recordings
Produced for release by Cheryl Pawelski
Liner notes Colin Escott
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
BE MY HUSBAND ~
ANTONY & THE JOHNSONS
Antony Hegarty was born in Chichester, West Sussex, England, UK, in 1971.
Block out all knowledge — in other words go blank and float — and receive the sounds of Antony:
an aura who seems vocally out of Pavarotti and whales calling.
No judgements. No conclusions. Allowance.
songs compiled by BA from recordings below
ALBUMS
Antony and the Johnsons, 1998
I am a Bird Now, 2005
The Crying Light, 2009
Swanlights, 2010
(Live recordings)
Live at St. Olave's, 2003
Cut the World, 2012
Del suo veloce volo, 2012
(w/ Franco Battiato)
Monday, December 30, 2013
ODE ~
Ode to the First Day of the Year
Oda al Primer dia del ano
We identify it
as if
it were
a wooden horse
different from
all horses.
We adorn
its forehead
with a ribbon,
we hang
on its neck colorful rattles,
and at midnight
we get ready to receive it
as if it were
an explorer descending from a star.
The way bread resembles
yesterday's bread,
a ring all rings:
the days
blink
clearly, jingling, fleetingly,
and lie down in the dark night.
I see the last
day
of this
year
on a train, toward the rains
of a distant purple archipelago,
and the man
on the machine,
complicated like a clock from heaven,
lowering his eyes
to the infinite
ruler of the rails,
to the shining handles,
to the nimble bonds of fire.
Of conductor of trains
accelerating
toward the black
stations of the night,
this end
of the year,
without wife or children,
is it not the same for the one gone, the one coming?
From the roads
and workshops,
the first day, the first dawn
of the starting year,
has the same rusty
color as the iron train:
and people along the way
greet it,
cows, villages,
the vapor of the first light of day,
without knowing
it is
the year's door,
a day
heralded
by bells,
adorned with plumes and carnations.
The earth
does not
know it:
it will receive
that golden
day, gray, heavenly,
it will extend it over hills,
it will wet it with
arrows
of translucent
rain,
and then
it will curl it
in a tube,
will store it in the shadows.
It is thus, but
a small
door of hope,
new year's day,
although you are
like the bread
of all breads,
we will live you in a different way,
we will eat you, flower you,
wait for you.
We will place you
like a cake
in our lives,
we will light you
like candelabra,
we will drink you
as if
you were a topaz.
New
Year's
Day,
electric day, fresh,
all the leaves
emerge green
from
the trunk of time.
Crown us
with
water,
with open
jasmine,
with all the aromas
deployed,
yes,
even though
you're
only
a day,
a poor
human day,
your halo
beats
over so many
tired
hearts,
and you are,
oh new
day,
oh forthcoming cloud,
bread unseen before,
permanent
tower!
P A B L O N E R U D A
translated by Ilan Stavans
____________________
All the Odes
Pablo Neruda
edited by Ilan Stavans
Farrar 2013
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Saturday, December 28, 2013
BASIA BULAT ~
On the music scene since 2004 as vocalist and playing guitar, autoharp, hammered dulcimer, piano, ukelele, charango, Basia Bulat grew up in Etobicoke, Ontario where her mother was a music teacher who taught piano and guitar. She is an honorary member of Ontario's "Polonia" Polish community.
selections compiled by bob arnold from the albums below
Studio Albums
_______________________
Oh, My Darling (2007)
Heart of My Own (2010
Heart of My Own (2010
Tall Shadow (2013)
Friday, December 27, 2013
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
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