Mr. Otis Redding with Ms. Carla Thomas and Mr. Booker T. Jones of Booker T. and the Mg’s in the studio recording for a record in 1967.
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Mr. Otis Redding with Ms. Carla Thomas and Mr. Booker T. Jones of Booker T. and the Mg’s in the studio recording for a record in 1967.
Lee Morgan & Bennie Maupin
A very cool photo from this book.
#tbt: Roscoe Holcomb
Photo of East Kentucky banjo player Roscoe Holcomb by John Cohen, from the cover of Holcomb’s 1975 album Close to Home.
The title for the album comes from a comment Holcomb received from an audience member at a show in New York. After Roscoe performed the lament “Motherless Children” and exited the stage, a man from the audience “with tears coming down his cheeks,” told him he didn’t like the song at all. Taken aback, Holcomb said, “Buddy, I didn’t sing it for you,” to which the man replied, “Don’t get me wrong. Nothing the matter with you, it’s just that the song is too close to home.” Find this and more stories in the album liner notes on our website.
John Fahey - Live at SUNY Stony Brook, October 1, 1972
The indispensable Delta Slider presented their annual Fahey Week earlier this month. This one is a choice live recording from right around what I think is the dude’s peak. A very clear, if occasionally wobbly, tape! Dig around and you’ll also find some extremely rare unissued stuff from 1959, a 1977 gig and – for those of you who want to make yourself crazy – some guitar tabs!
Eric Dolphy - Le Chat Qui Pêche, Paris, France, June 11, 1964
Keeping things spiritual today – here’s a great tape via Infinite Fool, recorded, amazingly, just a few weeks before Dolphy passed away. The dude sounds about as alive as any one of us will ever be here. And here’s a great Dolphy anecdote, via Bobby Hutcherson:
I’m rehearsing with Eric at his loft — myself, Tony Williams, Richard Davis and a trumpet player named Eddie Armour. We were rehearsing for about an hour and a half. It was a cold winter day. All of a sudden, right in the middle of the tune, the trumpet player, Eddie, starts cussing and packing up his horn. We get to the end of the tune and Eddie says to Eric, “You’re nasty.” And Eric was real sweet, just like Trane was — you know, a real sweet cat. Eric said, “What?” Eddie says, “I don’t like you, I don’t like your music, and I’m not going to play this gig. I’m out of here. F you. F this band. That’s it. How do you like that?”
We’re all standing there thinking, “My God, how can this cat say this?” And he continues to put his horn away, clip the fasteners on his trumpet case. He grabs his coat, pulls his hat down and goes stomping to the door. He gets to the door — I mean, just yanks it open. The door hits the wall. Bam! He’s just about to go out the door.
Eric had just been sitting there with his head down. We’re all thinking, “Eric must feel horrible. What’s he going to do?” All of a sudden, Eric says, “Hey, Eddie.” Eddie turns around and says [in growling voice] “What?” Eric, with the most conviction and love, says, “If I can ever do anything you need, please don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll be there for you anytime.”
Whoa! And Eric was serious. With that, this cat really got upset — he slammed the door and stormed out. We just stood there all quiet. It was like he Sunday punched him with love. The lesson was, “Love conquers all,” you know? It’s like the devil couldn’t take that love, and this is what Eric was showing him. He went out that door with so much hate, but with a message that Eric still cared about him. This was one of the biggest lessons Eric showed me — that if you can forgive somebody right when they do the most horrible thing they can to you, you just immediately take the weight of what they did off your back and just make it this beautiful experience, so that you can go on and do the things you want to do during the day and not waste time with negative feelings and negative thoughts.
Well, we sat there quiet for two or three minutes — didn’t say anything. Then we went on with rehearsal and we never played so hard in our lives. We were just overcome.
best guitarist that's come and gone…
Michael Kiwanuka, XPoNential Music Festival 2013
RIP Holger Czukay
Goodbye to Can’s mighty bassist/composer/editor/genius Holger Czukay. I wrote a quick thing about him over on Aquarium Drunkard, along with a few things to listen to/watch. Geeta Daytal, a much better writer than I, has a more detailed appreciation. There’s plenty of Can in the archives – you might also be interested in checking out author Rob Young’s handy mixtape, which “draws out the multifaceted roots of the band and deconstructs their pioneering, unique sound,” from Stockhausen to the VU. Young, whose Electric Eden is one of the best music books I’ve read, has a Can bio coming out next year, which I am eagerly anticipating.
Kurosawa riding a train like a boss, 1960’s.
John Coltrane at the Guggenheim Museum, New York, 1959, photo by William Claxton
“There is nothing more provocative than minding your own business.” William S. Burroughs, pic by Baron Wolman
Crosby and Nash doing what they do best.