I just sorta love everything about this. Such delight!
“How Lizzo came to play a president’s crystal flute on a D.C. stage”
I just sorta love everything about this. Such delight!
“How Lizzo came to play a president’s crystal flute on a D.C. stage”
More importantly: How the hell have you never heard of the Sadistic Mike Band‽
WE’VE WASTED OUR LIVES RIGHT UP UNTIL THIS EXACT MOMENT!!!
(also, this TV host is sort of amazing, right? like, in that it’s hard to believe he isn’t a character Bill Hader made up for SNL)
I just 100% don’t know how to cope with the existence of the song “Butcher Pete.”
And, yeah, this may be one of those murderous earworms that literally consumes you from the inside out. Sorry! My bad for sharing!
Yes, I saw CODA. Yes, I hella dug. No, I WASN’T CRYING THAT MOVIE THEATER JUST WAS MAD SETTING OFF MY ALLERGIES GOTO HELL IM FINE!!1!
Yes. Yes I can:
I take exception to Tom Moon’s characterization of Dorothy Ashbury (quoted as the title): she isn’t just among “the most unjustly under-loved jazz greats of the 1950s”; she is almost certainly the most inexplicably under-appreciate jazz great ever.
Born in 1932 in Detroit, Ashbury broke barriers at every angle: a Black female professional artist in a male dominated industry, Ashby established the harp as an improvising jazz instrument, cracking open both mainstream society’s notion’s of what was and was not appropriate for a Black woman to do (playing classical harp) and cracking up the counterculture’s notion of what could and could not be done (bringing “novelty” background instruments like harp and koto to center stage, bringing global cultural and musical tropes to Euro-American-centric jazz).
“It’s been maybe a triple burden in that not a lot of women are becoming known as jazz players. There is also the connection with black women. The audiences I was trying to reach were not interested in the harp, period—classical or otherwise—and they were certainly not interested in seeing a black woman playing the harp.”
Dorothy Ashbury
But I kinda give zero shits about any of that; just listen to her music:
Don’t you dare click away from that track before you cross the 1min20sec mark! “Joyful Grass and Grape” is, like, 90% of the way to being a Wu Tang banger all by itself, just add some ODB and RZA.
This is why I love Ashbury: the deep, quiet Afro-futurism of this music that came 40 years earlier than it had any right to. She was sampling and mixing and beat juggling in her head, without the benefit of turntables and a sound system. In it’s infancy hiphop constantly justified itself by pointing to jazz—and sadly somehow missed its most obvious Matriarch. I am so delighted to have algorithmically stumbled upon Ashbury that my outrage about her erasure is itself entirely erased.
Here’s the initial track that joyfully blew my goddamned mind:
And there’s much much more out there. Listen. Listen!
(original for those unfamiliar, the medieval Xmas edition for classy mofos, a kinda boring new-jack swingy jazz version, and this one with a sorta fun Ani DiFranco vibe)
Good friend (and maven of Arbor Teas) Aubrey Lopatin recently shared this song with me and reminded me I wrote this novella for her and her hubbie roughly one-billion years ago: Expiration Date.
In honor of this Season of Joy and New Beginnings, I offer this free read and song to you, my all my Best Belovéd Readers.
Enjoy!
UPDATE: OMFG! In late December a frozen tardigrade became the first ‘quantum entangled’ animal in history (researchers claim). If you’re a child of the 1970s, you no doubt appreciate the fact that this is the first ever successful creation of artificial extra-sensory perception (ESP) in an animal!!!1!
(Meanwhile, if you are a scientist or someone who read the entire article, you more likely appreciate that these researchers “did not entangle a tardigrade with a qubit in any meaningful sense”—but it’s still neat that they took a tardigrade down to nearly absolute zero and successfully revived it. Hearty lil fellas, right?)
Another cut from the inimitable Clarence Carter. (And, yes, you smart cookies and Die Hard aficionados do indeed recognize that opening horn lick.)