Up 6. Tired, but not awful - at least I went straight to bed last night. Carried laundry up from basement, left just before 7. Listened to rest of Latin disc - my sense is that commercial Latin music tends to be (or did in 2011) more melodically and harmonically varied (in a word, song-based) than much current U.S. chart pop, despite the obvious production influences from hip-hop and current R&B. Read DeVeaux - were into the Minton’s/jam session scene. Put on disc 3 of Bebop Spoken here - amazing early recording of Monk’s “Epistrophy” with an even more aggressively angular feel than on later versions, and vibes - not sure of date and personnel. (I don’t know where the liner book to that set is.) Got on the wrong shuttle bus — asked the guy if he was going to Purchase, he said yes, but it was not the campus bus, and took a different route, dropping me off at a PepsiCo complex about 3/4 miles away from my office. Walked, got to office at 9:45; thought I missed a student, but I got an email that she overslept. Taught. Caught 12:30 bus (the right one) back, listened to 5049 podcast interview w/ Alan Licht (who I know slightly but haven’t run into in years - pretty different musical circles by this point). Had a bite, went to Spacious, looked at form section, distracted by a fast-talking phone conversation in French. Met Bree at MoMa for Scotland Yard (William K. Howard 1930), w/ Edmund Lowe and a young, blonde Joan Bennett. Double/lookalike plot at the dreamlike pace of the first years of sound. Had a pleasant dinner nearby with Bree. Back to Queens, picked up a sweater I’d left at Macgregor’s, home before 9. Got involved reading some card magic MS online, lights out 11.
3/11
Memory already sketchy. Up around 6-7, can’t recall accomplishing much before leaving around 10. Listened to some of the peermusic “Latin” disc. Wrote in poetry notebook over coffee. Therapy. Lunch. Poked head into Housing Works and Salvation Army on UWS, no finds. Lunch - overpriced Cobb salad, missing avocado. Read some McMorris - trots out that trope about the “invention of zero” as the abstraction that made, I don’t know, rationalized exchange possible; there’s some standard critical work on this that may of filtered into poetry through R. Waldrop. Called dad. Went back to Italian coffee place on B’Way, worked on “form” section of preface 2:30-6 — really struggled, spun wheels. No real progress. Pretty dispiriting. Went up to Bookculture on 112th for an event for Florence Dore’s book on rock ’n’ roll and Southern fiction. Rick Moody interviewed her; I held my tongue during Q&A, though Laura and Jay asked questions similar to those in my head. Then Will Rigby, Peter Holsapple, Mark Spencer, and Jeremy Chatzsky played a set, highlight’s being the ancient dB’s song “The Death of Rock” and a Bryant/Bryant tune “Hey, Sherrif,” I’d never heard. rec’d by the Kershaw Brothers. Lots of acquaintances showed up - Todd Abramson from Maxwell’s, Eric Lott (who I keep running into). Bought a book of criticism with a chapter forthrightly titled “Brecht’s bad poetry,” and a chapbook, Feeling on Arrival by Saretta Morgan. Went for a bite and drink w/ Jay, Laura, her friend Rachel, and Pete Galub; Rachel drove us back to Queens, which seemed on this occassion take as long as the train. Home near midnight, much later than I’d intended. Did read quota of DeVeaux over the course of the day, but had to skip W&P and Brecht.
3/10
Up 9. Daylight savings time. My weight has been creeping back up the last week, need to reverse that trend. Watched last night’s SNL clips - liked the Twitter game show parody. Coffee, W&P (Pierre spared), a bit of DeVeaux. Came back, read Brecht until Bree was ready to help w/ furniture, put on another bebop disc, did that 11-1. Tidied my office, went to a rummage sale up the street w/ Bree at 3. Bought a CD of “Caribbean Favorites” w/o artist credits just to see what it would be, and a ‘70s-looking clock radio b/c ours finally gave up the ghost last week. Read a little Brecht, left for downtown at 4:30. Realized I hadn’t charged my phone, so no music. Read DeVeaux on train, went to Malaysian coffee place on 4th for an hr. and drafted 3 p. crap poem. (Decided DST was a good time to start versifying, daily if I can, again.) Ran into Kimberly Lyons and had some ice cream. Heard Regan Good and Albert Mobilio read at Zinc, said hi to Douglas R. (I guess I could read there if I wish, but I don’t have much new). It’s difficult to comment on poems you’re hearing for the 1st time, so I won’t pretend I can. Talked to Regan and Andrew Hultkrans for a while after. Headed home, read to p. 175 DeVeaux. Interesting account of the contraction of the big-band business around 1939-1940, as a factor in how the young musicians who would become “boppers” turned to small groups and jam/blowing sessions. (Jump blues and R&B came out of this economic shift too, of course.) Starting to get into the specifics of Diz and Bird’s early band careers. No appetite for McMorris today. Home 10-ish, lights out 11.
3/9
Up at 6. Went to Starbucks for a while, read W&P (just started Book Four), wrote up yesterday’s entry. Annie can’t play the (possible) HH show, will ask Tom Shad [later; he’s in]. Came back about 9:30, read a little of DeVeaux, listened to his musical examples: Hawkins and Armstrong’s solos on 1929/1930 recordings of James P. Johnson’s “One Hour With You” (which we almost learned for States of Country last month). Spent an hr+ clearing email inbox, down to 100 from 200+, as much as I could take. Listened to songs in a bunch of promo emails - Stella Donnelly’s “Tricks” was the standout. Had WKCR Ornette b-day broadcast on for a while too. Read to p. 100 of DeVeaux, listened to some other records cited, would have played a solo transcription on the piano but Bree has stuff piled on the (closed) keyboard. Read Brecht, napped. Bree came home at 3, we eventually got down to assembling a piece of furniture we ordered. This (including clearing space and cleaning up after) took until around 10 pm, so that was my day - and we still have to put the back and doors on. At least we listened to the first 2 of this 4-disc Bebop Spoken Here box, a couple times through each. Bree i.d.’d “All God’s Children’s Got Rhythm” from a Red Rodney record - I doubted that boppers would be using material that overtly minstrelized until I checked the playlist. Good ear! Went out myself for a bite, read another 1/4 of McMorris. I wonder how much of the graphic apparatus and generous white space comes from Susan Howe. Some of what he’s doing started to lock in for me w/ a key line: “not all words survived the voyage.” And the conventionally lineated poems in pt. II (“Pidgin Geometry”) build on this effectively. Came back, read 30 or so pages of Brecht (who deals with fugitivity quite differently, I want to say less passively). “Valse plus triste” (778-9)— ostensibly about a village dance Brecht is watching as a refugee. “Riches stepped out with the local judge/True love — you should have seen them!/They tried to gaze into each other’s souls/But they didn’t have a soul between them.” Lights out 11:30.
3/8
Up at 6, left for school by 7. Read Kindley on the way up, finished and office, and wrote him about talking to his Ashbery class in April shortly after. Graded stray/late papers, just had time to check out a Sam Durant catalog from the library (for a Kevin Young essay). Taught - went well, though I had to rush on the last proof. Crossed paths w/ my officemate, caught 1:10 bus; long wait at White Plains station. Listened to the “contemporary” disc of a 3-disc set advertising the wares of peermusic (the successor to Ralph Peer’s Southern Music) circa 2011. They had a piece of Beyonce at the time; “Countdown” does jump out against the background of already-dated pop productions (Demi Lovato and the like, and multiple songs w/ Snoop features); did like something called “The Barn” by Family of the Year, for its loose group vocals. Put on a 5049 podcast w/ a new-music violinist. Read the last big of that little Giffin book somewhere in here - opaque, but I learned the word “foramen” (a hole in a bone). Too tired to stay in Manhattan ’til evening, came home from GTC, read W&P and just 10 p. of Brecht. Left 5:30, went to McNally-Jackson to buy a couple things I’d passed up last time: Hervé Guibert, The Mausoleum of Love (journals by a friend of Foucualt’s, blurbed by Kostenbaum), Kate Briggs, This Little Art (on translating Mallarme, it just looked good), and Chico Barque, Split Milk (on remainder). Reminds me that I should hear the recent Caetano Veloso album before I see him in April. Passed on the temptation of a fancy notebook. David Derby msg’d me about playing a show w/ Gramercy Arms in April. Had a coffee and started reading Scott DeVeaux, The Birth of Bebop, which Elizabeth Newton recommended. It looks like a great balance of the musical and sociopolitical - the intro talks back to Baraka a bit, but also Martin Williams and Rudi Blesh, all of which I appreciate. He starts the book proper by contextualizing Coleman Hawkins — got to p. 50 on the train (missed a stop) and waiting for a show at the Stone to start. Took a while, so opened Mark McMorris, The Book of Landings. Read about 40 pages (many of which have just a few lines, or single words in a grid of 12 boxes. Limnal, I guess? The introduction is very artists’ statement. Listened to a set by Ches Smith (d, nominal leader), Marc Ribot (g), Kris Davis (p), Leon Boykins, Devin Hoff (both b). Had been wanting to hear Davis for a while - she’s kind of amazing, a strategic and disciplined player. Ribot a bit loud. Don’t know how composed these pieces were, but the group wasn’t afraid of either tonality or a groove. Closed with a pretty fantastic workout on “Locomotive,” a less-played Monk tune that made a nice vehicle for Ribot’s riffing and Davis using more “jazz language” than the rest of the set. Listened to Sonny Still/Dizzy Gillespie on the way home, cool, somewhat recomposed version of “Sunny Side of the Street” w/ Diz’s hipster vocal 1/2 way through, after multiple solos, and a blues “After Course” that starts w/ a couple of great gutbucket low-resister piano chorus (though the player is slipping my mind). Home around 11, stayed up an hr, tried an English podcast about old postcards, very soothing. Lights out 12:30.