Showing posts with label Ted Joans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ted Joans. Show all posts

Monday, September 12, 2011

We Kiss In A Shadow


Happy Birthday to Sonny Rollins, pictured above, born Sept. 7th

Show description for Sunday 9/11/2011 @ 3:00 PM - 6:00 PM

"Always bear in mind that people are not fighting for ideas, for the things in anyone's head. They are fighting to win material benefits, to live better and in peace, to see their lives go forward, to guarantee the future of their children." - Amilcar Cabral, (September 12, 1924 – January 20, 1973)

". . . the hottest places in hell are reserved for those, who in a period of moral crisis, maintain their neutrality. There comes a time when silence is betrayal." Martin Luther King, Jr., April 4, 1967, "Why I Oppose the War In Vietnam"



Photograph, at right, by Seydou Keïta


ArtistSongAlbumLabel

Bill Evans TrioWitchcraftPortrait In JazzRiverside

George RussellNardisEzz-theticsRiverside

Eric Dolphy17 WestOut ThereNew Jazz

Sarah VaughnI'm Glad There Is YouSarah VaughnEmarcy

Sarah VaughnSummertimeAfterhoursColumbia

Billie HolidaySummertimeThe QuintessentialColumbia

Billie HolidayA Sailboat in the MoonlightThe QuintessentialColumbia
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Sonny RollinsThere Is No Greater LoveWay Out WestContemporary

Sonny RollinsA Night In TunisiaMore From The VanguardBlue Note

Thelonious Monk TrioBye-YaThelonious Monk TrioPrestige

Thelonious MonkWorkThelonious Monk & Sonny RollinsPrestige

Hank Mobley52nd Street ThemeMobley's MessagePrestige
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Hank MobleyMessage From The BorderMobley's Second MessagePrestige

Ella FitzgeraldBewitchedRodgers & Hart SongbookVerve

Ella FitzgeraldLove Is Here To StayGershwin SongbookVerve

Ella FitzgeraldI Didn't Know About YouEllington SongbookVerve

Eric Dolphy & Booker LittleMiss AnnFar CryNew Jazz

Ron CarterRallyWhere?New Jazz
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Ted Joans (read by Justin Desmangles)Passed On Blues: Homage to a PoetTeducationCoffee House

Eric Dolphy & Booker LittleStatus SeekingStatusPrestige

Mal Waldron Don't ExplainMal 2Prestige

Mal Waldron Dee's DilemmaMal 1Prestige
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Sonny RollinsStrode RodeSaxophone ColossusPrestige

Thelonious MonkBrilliant CornersBrilliant CornersRiverside

Sonny RollinsWe Kiss In A ShadowEast Broadway RundownImpulse
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Ornette Coleman The Garden Of SoulsNew York Is Now!Blue Note

Ornette Coleman We Now Interrupt For A Commerical

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Remembering Gil Scott-Heron



My mother turned me on to Gil Scott Heron. Reflections played often in her circle. It was the year of Survival, and Hotter Than July. But Reflections, when it was on people listened in a different way, and I noticed.
The normal get-down-boogie-stop-shuffle-bounce would be accompanied by the affirmative nodding, uh-huh, right-on, and tell it, of people acknowledging truth being spoken. There is a freedom there, when truth is heard, a freedom we long for. Gil Scott had that gift.
Right away I started borrowing that record into my room. Listening to it repeatedly, in my own time, trying to make his rap mine. At school Gil Scott’s couplets, metaphors and rhymes started making their way into my own. I memorized classics like B-Movie and the poem from Inner City Blues. From behind the words I watched with secret joy the power words could reveal and disclose.
That was 30 years ago, and tonight Gil Scott is gone. On to the ancestors, as we say. But the music, the poetry, lives on in our blood, our lives, our breath with his. You, me, and others.
Back then I had no idea that I was being initiated into a world of art and culture and that I would dedicate my life to it. That would become my life’s work, as it has. Gil Scott is the reason I chose to be who I am today.
Gil Scott was an exemplar of black literature.
As a self-proclaimed Bluesologist, Gil Scott resuscitated the living heritage of rap’s connection with earlier blues poetry forms. See Ted JoansThe 38.
Simple-minded critics have called him the Godfather of Rap, a title he refused, directing them to his primary sources of inspiration, Langston Hughes, and Paul Lawrence Dunbar‘s Lyrics of the Lowly Life. As Amiri Baraka said, jazz without the blues is a music without memory, it can be equally said of hip-hop without Gil Scott. (And hip-hop needs it’s memory very badly now, wouldn’t you say?)
There is a general prohibition against speaking the truth about the lives of black men in America. Gil Scott broke through that prohibition, every chance he had, telling our stories, our peoples’ stories, our peoples’ lives. With extraordinary empathy, with gentleness, with violence, bitterness and love. With heartache, passion, and tenderness. Also joy. His music contained the full panorama of our black experience in America. He rejected none of us, and held us all close, even the most hurtful and backward among us, in song. He loved us.
It was through Gil Scott that I found the courage to seek my own voice, speak my own truth, first imitating him, as a child. He helped cut through the demonic clamor of racism and sickness that surrounded. He still does.

Justin Desmangles, Chair of the Before Columbus Foundation, host of New Day Jazz on KDVS at UC Davis

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Ted Joans Lives


Show description for Sunday 2/13/2011 @ 3:00 PM - 6:00 PM

This afternoon's broadcast of New Day Jazz is dedicated to my dear late friend, mentor, and spiritual father, Ted Joans.



ArtistSongAlbumLabel

Odean PopeShe Smiled AgainUniversal SoundsPorter

Odean PopeGo FigureUniversal SoundsPorter

Odean PopeThe TrackUniversal SoundsPorter

William Parker Organ QuartetOasisUncle Joe's Spirit HouseCentering Records

Robert Brown & The Sons Of The SouthNobody KnowsSouthern Music CD No. 12The Oxford American
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Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)The Truth (a.k.a. Voice In The Crowd)Double TroubleRevue Noire

Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)Knee DeepAfrodisisaHill & Wang

Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)Belief Brings ReliefAfrodisisaHill & Wang

Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)To Every AfricanAfrodisisaHill & Wang

William ParkerI Plan To Stay A BelieverI Plan To Stay A BelieverAUM-Fidelity

Betty CarterStar Dust / Memories of YouDroppin' ThingsVerve
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Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)Let's Play!All Of Ted Joans, And No MoreNude Erections

Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)Black Nailed Fetish PrayerA Black ManifestoCalder/Boyars

Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)Louvre AfriqueAfrodisisaHill & Wang

Matthew ShippTake The A TrainArt Of The ImproviserThirsty Ear

Matthew ShippVirgin ComplexArt Of The ImproviserThirsty Ear

Marshall AllenCosmic HammerNight LogicRogue Art

Abbey LincolnI've Got Thunder (And It Rings)The World Is Falling DownVerve

Abbey LincolnHow High The MoonThe World Is Falling DownVerve
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Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)Hallelujah I Love Jazz So (a.k.a. Jazz Is My Religion)All Of Ted Joans, And No MoreNude Erections

Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)I Am The LoverAfrodisisaHill & Wang

Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)Poem WhyA Black ManifestoCalder/Boyars

Ornette Coleman & Prime TimeMothers Of The VeilIn All LanguagesVerve Harmolodic

Ornette Coleman & Prime TimeThe Art Of Love Is HappinessIn All LanguagesVerve Harmolodic

James CarterTerminal BLayin' In The CutAtlantic

James CarterDrufedelic In D FlatLayin' In The CutAtlantic

Dinah WashingtonCold, Cold HeartSouthern Music CD No. 12The Oxford American

Sammy SalvoMushroom CloudSouthern Music CD No. 12The Oxford American

Lil GreenwoodI'm CryingSouthern Music CD No. 12The Oxford American
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Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)Poet Key World TodayDouble TroubleRevue Noire

Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)Jazz Me Surreally DoDouble TroubleRevue Noire

Odean PopeBluesUniversal SoundsPorter

Cyro BaptistaTutuboleBanquet Of The SpiritsTzadik

Cyro BaptistaBird BoyBanquet Of The SpiritsTzadik
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Cyro BaptistaMacunaimaBanquet Of The SpiritsTzadik

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Ted Joans Birthday Celebrations with Robin D.G. Kelley




Show description for Sunday 7/4/2010 @ 3:00 PM - 5:00 PM

Robin D.G. Kelley returns to New Day Jazz this Sunday in the four o'clock hour to discuss Black Brown & Beige: Surrealist Writings From Africa & the Diaspora, co-edited with the late Franklin Rosemont. Also this afternoon, we will be celebrating the birthday of the great Black, Beat, Surrealist, Poet, Painter, Filmmaker, TED JOANS.

New Day Jazz


Justin Desmangles

Jazz music for lovers and the lonely.

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TrackArtistSongAlbumLabelComments

Thelonious MonkLet's Cool OneThe Complete Blue Note RecordingsMosaic

Charlie ParkerOrinthologyThe Complete Dial RecordingsWarner Brothers

Dizzy GillespieDizzy AtomosphereIn The BeginingSavoy

Charles MingusLock'em UpThe Complete Candid RecordingsMosaic

Calvin C. HerntonJitterbugging In The StreetsNew Jazz PoetsBroadside

Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)Poem WhyA Black Manifesto In Jazz Poetry & Prose


Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)Pygmy Stay Away From My DoorAll Of Ted Joans & No More


Thelonious MonkApril In ParisThe Complete Blue Note RecordingsMosaic

Thelonious MonkOff MinorThe Complete Blue Note RecordingsMosaic

Charles MingusReincarnation of a LovebirdThe Complete Candid RecordingsMosaic

Charlie ParkerBird Of ParadiseThe Complete Dial RecordingsWarner Brothers

Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)Jazz Me Surreally DoDouble Trouble


Ted Joans (Read By Justin Desmangles)Poet Key World TodayDouble Trouble


Sonny RollinsReflectionsSonny Rollins Volume TwoBlue Note

Robin D.G. Kelley interviewed by Justin Desmangles




Joe HendersonCarribean Fire DanceMode For JoeBlue Note

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Miles' Delight by Ted Joans


Miles' Delight



Miles Davis
said he would like a little boy
with a black face
of no certain race but human

Miles Davis
said he would like this little boy
to have red hair
whose religion does he dig? Miles don't care

Miles Davis
said he would like this little boy
to have green eyes
and be hip, and laugh loud and tell no lies

Miles Davis
said he would like this little boy
to play piano
in a style with lots of space
and blow good jazz
and be a credit to the human race

Miles Davis
is that man that walks on egg shells
without breaking his sound
he is cool . . . . . . but heaven knows that he ain't no
cold clown

Miles Davis
with his silver blue horn
Miles Davis has been true blue since he was born
Miles Davis blowing his sophisticated funk Miles
Davis
refusing to mix jazz with junk, Miles Davis

Miles Davis
said he wants this little boy
that no one could call a son of a bitch
but they could only call him son of Miles
So I heard the marvelous Miles Davis story
Hallelujah . . solos to good glory
So I being a good God almighty with a brush
created this boy that mister Miles wanted in a rush
with red hair with green eyes and for Miles Davis
it had a black face and blows good jazz and is a
credit to the entire human race.















originally published in ALL OF TED JOANS AND NO MORE

Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Last Measure (Poem for Charles Mingus) By Hart Leroy Bibbs


WONDEROUS PEALING FEELING RETICENCE
RESONATE NINE TIMES ACROSS THUNDER
PEAKS. TRI-HALOED BEAUTY LIVES THERE IN
THE SOUNDLAND, SOFTLY PEEPING AROUND A
DARK CLOUD WHOSE BACK IS TURNED UPON
WORLDS DISDAINED. YET IT DARES TO POSSESS
THE TOUCH OF STRINGS WHERE BEAUTY IS
HEARD AND NOT SEEN

unheard is vision for the self within is dead
but the juxtaposition has already been clearly
explained.

GREAT MINGUS IS BOWING THE LAST
MEASURE'S HEAD!

THE MUSIC'S SHEET READS FOR STRINGS AND
WOODWINDS BUT UNWRITTEN ON HIS CHART
IS GUILT FROM UNSTRUCTURED DOUBT. A RIFF
OF NONCOMMITAL MEASURES THAT ENDS
WHERE GUILT IS NEITHER WITHOUT NOR
WITHIN THAT CONFOUNDS TO CONTAIN ALL
DOUBT.

dumbness mirrors itself to praise what little
and questions the rights of me to have lived and
died. it meddles to make frustration a raga's rage.

MINGUSIANFIED IS BESPOKEN IN THE WHEEL OF
SOUND AND UNSELFISHLY IS THE NEWS
ALREADY OUT OF THE GRACE TO DIVIDE
RHYTHM AND CONQUER METHOD'S PAGE. HELL
NEED NOT FREEZE IN ORDER TO BE
RECOGNIZED ENCOUNTERING HARMONIE'S
POINT OF BITTERNESS NOR THE SERVANT SNAIL
THAT LEADS THE NEW YORK UNI(ONS) CORN
BAND INTO FALSE MEASURE.

when all doubles stop on planet nine, two
octaves cry the blues between the grumbling
crossfire of the cymbals polyrhythmic oneness

COLLECTED EYELIDS OPEN UPON HUMANITY
THAT RAVES TO RECALL BIRD, LADY DAY AND
TRANE. NO MORE SOCIAL REGISTERS FOR
DOLPHY, BECHET NOR RASHAAN. WHAT TIMES
HAD THESE WHORE'S FOR MUSIC'S PLEASURE.
FIGHTING NOTES ON TOP OF PEANUT JOKES
AND MELODIC CONFUSION THAT MADE SEEM
FRIVOLOUS THE FINALITY OF A CLIMAX THAT
LEAPS MINGUSPLEXIAN INTO THE LAST
MEASURE.

legend flavored fumes from massy hall where
music heard of its mythical birth. Saturday happy
blues tuned to bop turned that ball.

IN ECSTASY EYES CLOSED AND JAWS SLACK,
TONGUE UNCONTAINABLE BEHIND THE TEETH
AND GROOVING WITH FATTED UPBEAT'S
SWING. WAILING ECHOES MOURN THROUGH
THE VALLEY OF TRIPLETS, WHERE TEARS TURN
TO FLOWERS AND ORNAMENT EARTHY SPACE
NOTES. 2-2-3-4. One must forever fall on tomorrows
trauma, WHERE THE LAST MEASURE OF
YESTERDAYS FRUSTRATIONS BREED, down by the
riverside, TO GO DOWN MINGING.

five spot features a bass (strad) that sings
of misery dancing on fragile fragrant wood.
knocked down, dragged from the splintered
measure
a mystical cry telling the all time lows,
the dow jones of human spirits without wings.

BLUES MONDAY AND RAINY DAY CONCERTS
SWELL THE TRUTHS OF BLACK TUESDAYS TO
THE GOSPEL RESOLUTION TO REDEEM PURITY
WITH THE COOL, GREEN NOTES AND BREAK ALL
STRAINS INTO A STRING OF REDHOT
HARMONIES. COSMIC UNITY IS THE GRACE
WITH THE VOICE TO SPEAK: YOU NOT ALWAYS
BEAUTIFUL, SACROSANCT, SPIRALLING TRULY
BLESSED ONE. HARD LINED IN UGLY COLDNESS
AND ONLY HALF HUMAN, DEVOTION ONLY
COULD HAVE BEEN YOUR HOME.

the future's last measure is before the tomb
when a little finger reaches round the womb
to strum the umbilical ending.

DOWN IN THE OLD SWIMMING HOLE FISHING.
UNDER THE BASS BRIDGE, GOLD AND DRIPPING
HOARDS. THEN RUN ALL THE WAY HOME, BACK
TO FIRST BASE, TO SHOW MIGUSIAN
PERFECTION WITH MINGUSPLEXIAN CHORDS.
UNO, SENOR EL UNO AND RAISE THE SEVENTH
A STRING TWELVE STOPS OF MUSIC'S CALVARY.
RAISE HELL MING.

vision is the last measure, melodic in its theme
with sweet but cruel notes that leer. The sound
grace is exercising her vocal chords.
















this poem appeared originally in Double Trouble, a collection of work by Ted Joans and Hart Leroy Bibbs, including Bibbs photography. Double Trouble was published in Paris, 1992, by Editons Bleu Outremer: Revue Noire. A truly legendary figure of the jazz world in Paris and New York, Hart Leroy Bibbs lives on in the "space love demands"!

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Ted Joans, en route!




THE FULL PRICE TO PAY ( to get away )


turn the faucet of creation on
twist it too far to the left
makes miles of liquid monies
mesmerize the well known image
collect handshakes/congratulates/and bank connections
then flee from them to Mother Matta Grosso or Sister Sahara
let them of the past speak of your past
leave matters in the minds of myth makers
wave farewell/goodbyes/adieus forever
wink one wise gesture at your tribe and them alone
then hurriedly flee to Mother Matta Grosso or Sister Sahara
never to be touched/tormented/or toyed with again



by Ted Joans
from the book Afrodisia, 1970

Monday, May 19, 2008

Malcolm's birthday is today, don't forget . . .

My Ace Of Spades


MALCOLM X SPOKE TO ME and sounded you
Malcolm X said this to me & THEN TOLD you that!
Malcolm X whispered in my ears but SCREAMED on you!
Malcolm X praised me & thus condemned you
Malcolm X smiled at me & sneered at you
Malcolm X made me proud & so you got scared
Malcolm X told me to HURRY & you began to worry
Malcolm X sang to me but GROWLED AT YOU! !
Malcolm X words freed me & they frightened you
Malcolm X tol' it lak it DAMN SHO' IS! !
Malcolm X said that everybody would will be FREE ! !
Malcolm X told both of us the T R U T H . . . . . . .
now didn't he?



by Ted Joans