Monthly Archives: February 2014

Sonny Rollins at the Village Vanguard in 1957

by Christopher Raley   Only the cruelest person, only the ignorant American would ask, For what? when the smatter of applause pierces speakers through the decades and Sonny Rollins says, Thank you, thank you with his honorable voice.   No … Continue reading

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“Spanish is the Loving Tongue”

by Christopher Raley   The old song says, Spanish is the loving tongue, and I heard that truth in a cold camp at the feet of pacific ranges. Darkness deadened us and stars austere   held silence for sounds normally … Continue reading

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George Coleman’s Recording of “Autumn in New York”

by Christopher Raley   Generally speaking there are two types of jazz performances: those that tell about the thing and those that are the thing.   The telling is not always a bad performance, just as the being is not … Continue reading

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The X-Ray Room

by Christopher Raley   Beyond collapsing door which is always open like a squeezed accordion are pictures they’ve taken.   Catalogued manila folders by numbered colored labels face the wall of concrete cinder blocks glossy white.   Among these are … Continue reading

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