January 2012
5 posts
Natalie Hall - February 5th, 2012
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I read somewhere that the humans have a tendency to turn judgments into law or pertaining to religion, judgments into divine commands. All too often, I will listen to string players on the radio or in a live performance, I am bugged by what I perceive is a flaw. Whether it is intonation, tone or technique, the flaw immediately clouds and classifies my listening experience...
Simon Henneman - January 29th, 2012
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The Blues: not as a structure, but as an experience, for lack of a better term.
You know, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time now, I had a whole other thesis and many examples including rebetika, shaker hymns, Ayler, and a bunch of other cool stuff to throw in there, but I think that this is one of those things that is so personal it makes it hard to pin down or...
Don Berman - January 22nd, 2012
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NOW meets the PAST, plus CONDUCTION
For this evening I am planning to combine live players, performing simultaneously with recorded players! My colleagues Kenny Mandell and Kate Olson will be joining me as we revisit a recording by VOICES, one of Kenny’s past projects. Over two decades past, VOICES sounds like it could have been played at Racer last week! We will...
Neil Welch & Two-Year Anniversary Festival -...
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Racer Sessions is turning TWO, and to celebrate, we’re hosting THREE days of live music at Cafe Racer, featuring Table & Chairs artists and groups, some of whom originally premiered their music for Racer Sessions curations. A complete schedule of performers is listed at the bottom of this post.
Read more about the history of Racer Sessions and the new T&C...
Cameron Sharif - January 8th, 2012
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If only the sun burned with a million flames the tiger we tamed and brought back to life, sitting on the edge of the bed first hand, the pale morning sun creeps up his cheek, the alarm clock empty wine glasses, behind the curtain - the rivers of lead and blood melt the stony hearts who sit in the garden’s square wearing black suits and bearing roses, the poses of our...