We also say goodbye to legendary harmonicaist harmonicaer harmonica player Toots Thielemans.
2009
We also say goodbye to legendary harmonicaist harmonicaer harmonica player Toots Thielemans.
2009
Alright, so this is an unorthodox choice. I couldn't decide between a lot of iconic performances, so instead, here's a scene from Wilder's (and Pryor's) final film (but, uh... the dialog is in Portuguese... and stuff).
2016 continues to be a harsh mistress (as the next couple days will also note).
We regret to inform you that vibraphone virtuoso Bobby Hutcherson has also passed away at the age of 75.
1977
Fyvush Finkel has passed away at 93.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ir4ESzKDBQ4
New Orleans jazz clarinet great Pete Fountain passed away in New Orleans yesterday at the age of 86.
Chicago, 1997
From their first show. RIP Michael Kandel.
A week and a half ago, I attended a breakfast held in honor of this year’s winners of the Coretta Scott King Book Awards. The honorees all spoke—about books, about art, about children, about being black in America. Author Jason Reynolds gave a spoken word performance that brought the audience to its feet. Here is an excerpt:
if you listen closely
you can hear the machetes
cutting the air
in half
connecting for half a second with something
breathing and growing
breathing and growing
before being chopped
down like sugar cane in a Louisiana field
yes there are machetes everywhere
the sound of them cutting the air
chop CHOP
chop CHOP
we try not
to bend in the wind
try not to bow or bow
try to wrap fingers around our own
saccharine souls
and brace ourselves
for the
chop CHOP
chop CHOP
the machetes
cutting the air in half
coming for us
You can read the full poem here, and you can see it performed in this video, recorded by a person in the audience.
Last night police officers shot and killed a black man. This is nothing new. But these were the police officers from the place I call home. The police officers whose station is an easy walk from my house. Whose station is in the same building where the jalapeno started going to daycare last month. The police officers who wave to my boys when we’re walking home from the park.
While eating breakfast this morning, I told my boys that too many black men are being killed by the police. I told them that last night our police officers shot and killed a black man. The peperoncino, who just turned three, got it. He said, “That’s not okay. The police need to say sorry for killing.”
It’s hard to know how much to say to young kids. It’s hard to talk about racism. But I didn’t have a choice this morning because I needed the jalapeno to know in case things were different today in the building where his daycare is and where the police station is. I wanted him to hear it from me--not from an older kid or a teacher.
Things were pretty quiet this morning, but when I was leaving from dropping off the jalapeno, a protester had arrived. He was a skinny, young white guy holding a large cardboard sign. Handwritten in black marker was FUCK YOUR BADGES. I wasn’t sure what to do, but with the peperoncino in the back seat, I rolled down my window and waved. I said, “Good luck today.” He nodded and said, “Thanks.” While I probably wouldn’t phrase my own sentiments the same way he phrased his, I wanted to say a kind word to him, to let him know that I support him in believing that the killing has got to stop.
I didn’t know Philando Castile, but this morning my heart hurts for him and for all those who loved him.
In addition to Prince, we also lost Prince Be.
Too many of these to write up.
Many thanks to DW for a thoroughly solid week of tunes. Thanks for manning the cans, man.
Bernie Worrell was one of the founding members of Parliament-Funkadelic, and also one more that we've lost this year.
30 Jun 2012