" . . . then I guess it's all about Herbie Nichols"

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Army Nurse By Ishmael Reed

Fight Back Against The Right Wing Attack By Amiri Baraka

The lynchers, the stink face stenchers, the retrenchers

Can’t thinkers, old stinkers, imbeciles, evil cant fillers

Bloody vaudevillians who aint funny, dumb motherfuckers

Who think you got they money. Stupid people, crazy lazy

Dishonest people , ignorant pseudo mammals, suckers so dumb

white supremacy is they religion, even though they themselves

is proof it’s a lie, people so low they aspire to be liars

The crazy doo doo brains is loose again

They hurt we elected Obama, and his mother

Look like they mama, Father, no shit, a mau mau

So they on the loose with leaders who pee they bed

Everytime they open they mouth. Don’t have to be from the south

But they brain is a confederate. All you religious believers if you

Want a convert tell your god to put a hurt on Limbaugh, may the next drug

He take, take his ass a way from here. Say God, waste Rupert Murdoch,

Send some lightning down on his ass and given him a fatal shock. They

Talking about killing Obama, Hey God, ice Glen Beck , ring his neck

Whip his ass till he get correct, and Cheney, him with no brainey,

Who already killed almost a whole nation, ration his life

With a thunderbolt to straighten his lopsided mouth

Hang him up side down like Mussolini in the hood

Till he start tellin the truth, & who know how long that’ll be.

Fight against the right wing attack, The klan done took off they gowns

So we wont know its they, but the GOP is the new KKK.

Like Weimar when the social democrats won

Hitler was in Munich practicing his rule to come

By 1933 the communists and socialists and workers

Was fighting among themselves, Hitler got his Nazi shit

Off the shelves, backed by the same corporations that threatening our nation

The right cant fight unless they have money, they bankrupt the banks

Still Madoff with your wealth, so in disrepute and backed against a wall

Of disillusion , popular sentiment, and even elections

they have to resort to stealth. They organize riots

and hire thugs to speak to the backward, use their money

to turn the rest as backward as they can, while they plot to

put the people in yet another trick, take even more of your money

and total control, get a McCain or somebody with even less of brain

What ever they say white supremacy and theft will be the order of the day

Whatever they look like, soon they will be Palin, they want fascism, there’s

No other description for they ugly ambition . They want the gas chambers

Concentration camps even though they call them low income housing,

The billionaires get the dimwits , the misfits, the race freaks, the pip squeaks

To want what they tell them which never existed but they insisted telling these fools

Equal rights is against the rules, in these little Pennsylvania towns where thinking

Is mythology and insanity is the only humanity

Got to fight against the right

Or they blow up another reichstag, 911 didn’t quite do it

They had a plan but Bush 2 was 2 stupid, and we fought back

Made it clear that “White America” was a fable

At best, and no longer here. The idea that some

Half white dude much smarter than they

Put their brain in their stomach and they shat it

Away. So now they lookin for they black suits

They wanna try the Nazi shit again. Be Clear

If we don’t support this President organize

To make him do the right thing, the really backward

Will organize to do the far right racist white thing.

And they’ll have n-words like Larry Elder or Juan Williams or

Who ever they can raise from the colored spittoon

Even your boy, the mad man, the real public coon.

But its Counterattack on the Black, Death to Progress and Reform

You can look in the eyes of the insane, they be on channel dumb

Every night, trying to hide the fact that they are afraid

That we will act to crush their 21^st century lynch mob mind

Imagine an O’Reilly, or Hannity or Dobbs trying to convince you they intelligent

Like prehistoric cave dwellers arguing against cooking your food or cleaning your house.

Inside their empty skulls worn out cd’s playing old Rockefeller raps. But this is serious

I’m not delirious. We have to fight back. So you think Obama hasn’t done enough

Like these old communists arguing with the socialists arguing with the trade unionists

Wrestling with the colored and the Jews. Forget all that, don’t play that Weimar blues

Again. We went for that, fell into that trap. And found ourselves wallowing in our blood

Weeping for decades of our dead. We got to stop them now, turn back the right attack.

We can argue later, when the situation is straighter. But remember what the Chairman said, don’t let it slip out of your head. Fight your enemies one by one. And the biggest one

Is these crypto fascist parrots of the money claque, who want the power back , who want you under their feet altogether again. Stop them now. Smash their lies. Only thing we want

From them is good bye, just once.

Amiri Baraka

8/12/09 for Shani

Matthew Shipp / Justin Desmangles exchange on Bud Powell

Happy birthday bud-
even amoung jazz pianists I don’t think the knowledge of how transendent a poetic genius bud was has sunk in. beautiful poem by ismeal reed and while looking down the page I did not realize that anita oday had died.
anyway I put my new solo cdr in mail other day-be on lookout-release date is in january but we are looking to get some really early buzz.
thanks
matt

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I have a hard time understanding the lack of understanding about Bud, I mean this guy was it! You know that solo session for Verve, 1951? Oblivion, Dusk At Sandi &c. O U T ! Or the 1961 concert in West Germany with Pettiford and Clark, man that brother is just beyond beyond . . . I have yet to hear, on records that is, anything resembling the level of intensity on Cleopatra's Dream. Those compositions on the last two dates before leaving for Paris, The Scene Changes & Time Waits are ecstatic. I mean is the guy just too mercurial? You know that story Francis Paudras tells about how he and Bud are visiting New York, this is 63, 64 as I recall, and Ornette drops by after several attempts to reach them, and tells Bud that all his music is based on the 7th's in his left hand. Dance Of The Infidels.
Justin

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To answer your question about how bud gets lost in the discourse-in jazz
piano now everybody views things through a post miles prism which means
piano is viewed through the -keith-chick and herbie prism with people seeing
bill evens as the father of that.other than that now it is hip to view monk
as a weird genius-and the marketing of that idea is easy because the
name-and the persona all fit together in a way where that idea can be
marketed. So bud just becomes a bebop pianist in a lot of people's minds and
to make matters worst when people think of bebop they think of bird and diz
who are the salesman of the idea of bebop and who most people think of the
founders of it. That is a paradox considering bud was the heaviest of all of
them.
thanks
matthew shipp

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I think a lot of Bud's neglect has to do with how starkly his life story reflects the institutional injustices and systemic violence of racism in the United States and it's defining role in the historical panorama of jazz in particular. It's vivid illustrations of the role psychiatry, and so-called medicine, has played in destroying human beings, creative people in general but black men and women in particular, does little to harmonize what I call the "celebrity jazz" exemplified by the post miles prism you spoke of.

Also he, Bud, may also be quite literally too deep for the type of vulgar feeble minded revisions exemplified by say a Jarrett Trio on ECM. Too deep in it's reflection of waters, still and unstill, in the sacred wound that was so often the wellspring of his improvising, composing, joy, pains, satisfactions, refusals, acceptances. Certainly Bud's music is far too black for say a Ken Burns, who scorches and torches everything til it becomes a blanched cinder, burns jazz, burns Jack Johnson &c.

Then there are those chords! Those right hand single note runs! Defying all means of categorization, all means of ordered recognition, "these into those into these, to this and finally that" NO!

Evans once said that Bud was the only musician he heard that gave him the same sense of the profound that he recieved while listeniong to Bach. It's on the CD that came with Randi Hultin's book of a few years back.

There is also Bud's humanity, which I think also frightens people, the sense of vulnerability which refuses to enclose itself in solipsism.
Justin

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I agree wholeheartedly
matt
Ps-these are the real deep reasons-I gave you more the musician type reasons

Happy Birthday Bud Powell

"Lake Bud"

Lake Merritt is Bud Powell's piano
The sun tingles its waters
Snuff-jawed pelicans descend tumbling over each other like
Bud's hands playing Tea For Two
or Two For Tea
Big Mac Containers, tortilla chip, Baby Ruth
wrappers, bloated dead cats, milkshake
cups, and automobile tires
float on its surface
Seeing Lake Merritt this way is
like being unable to hear Bud Powell at Birdland
Because people are talking
Clinking glasses of whiskey and
shouting
"Hey, waiter"

Ishmael Reed

New Day Jazz: Interview Schedule, Fall 2009

New Day Jazz airs every Sunday, 3-5PM, on KDVS, 90.3FM in Davis, and kdvs.org Here is a short list of some of the folks I will be speaking with on the 4 o'clock hour over the next month.

Lawrence DiStasi

Author of Mal Ocho (Evil Eye): The Underside of Vision, and editor of, Una Storia Segreta: The Secret History of Italian American Evacuation and Internment During World War Two

Sunday Septmeber 27th

Peter Gizzi

Author of, most recently, The Outernationale, a collection of poems, and editor, along with Kevin Killian, of the winner of the American Book Award 2008, My Vocabulary Did This To Me: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer.

Sunday, October 4th

Ishmael Reed

Author of, most recently, Ishmael Reed: The Plays, Mixing It Up: Taking on the Media Bullies, and editor, with Carla Blank, of, Pow Wow: Charting the Faultlines in the American Experience from Then to Now.

Sunday, October 18th

Robin D.G. Kelley

Author, most recently, of, Thelonious Monk: The Life and Times of an American Original.

Sunday, October 25th

A. B. Spellman

Author of, most recently, Things I Must Have Known, a collection of poems. Mr. Spellman is also the author of the classic, Four Jazz Lives.

Sunday. Nov. 1

Goodbye, Anita.

A friend recently wrote to remind me of an obit-memory written for Shuffle Boil just after Anita O'Day's departure from our world. I had almost forgot about, and how much I liked, it. So, here it is, in "one take." Typos and all.

Special thanks, Karen.


Goodbye, Anita.
>
> Roland Barthes wrote us that we live in what he called
> the Republic of the Image. But of course the image
> had to come from somewhere. Jacques Derrida reminded
> us that in order for the image to be stabelized it
> must always-already be destablizing, thus obscuring,
> another. In this present moment where wearing the
> coat of arms that is Feminism or even Marxism has
> become too easy, a bit like the kid who likes to
> read the back of the book and then have a discussion
> of its contents (James Dean?), Anita O'Day was
> authentic. She and her image were united in the
> divine symbiosis of form and content. She was
> exactly who you heard and what you saw. No need for
> clever rhetoric one day and callus reason the next.
> Persona, personae and other cloak and dagger
> routines of indentity affected for the unwary and
> unwise? No way! A close reading of her autobiography
> High Times, Hard Times. See what I mean.
>
> Hip before hep, wearing the pants before it was in
> step. Anita was, as they say, The Man.
>
> In an era when sly inuendo and skillful double
> entedre made or broke the career of the jazz singer
> Anita mastered both. Her powerful use of subtle
> phrasing and breath line to modulate between melodic
> and speech like delivery continue to damn sure tell
> it like it is. Like it really is then and today
> without the chicanery and foolishness of faux
> spiritual and political sloganeering so prevelant in
> todays pop song. Her early work with Roy Eldridge
> broke the color and gender barriers simultaneuosly
> with finesse and courage as well and hipness and
> humanity. Try that litmus test on todays art scene!
> Ouch. As a longtime fan i've been both humbled to
> depths of self loathing and inspired to flights of
> egoistic grace by this singular artist. Her
> existential asides from the original recording of
> Anitas Blues will keep the love light on far past
> 'round midnight. I love you Anita, I love you like a
> school boy loves his pie!
>
>
> JD