A selection of recent and reissued music by Elysia Crampton, Brother Ah, Anom Vitruv, C-Schulz, and Frans Zwartjes
Palimpsests and invocation in Marjorie Welish’s So What So That
Music that never was in Nathaniel Mackey’s Late ArcadeDavid Hobbs
“If someone hands over their repertory theater group to you, what are you going to do with them?”
“I don’t want to mention names, but there are several black artists that would like to shoot me today because they weren’t in that show. Some of them are dead, but the ones that aren’t dead still give me a lot of bullshit every time I see them.”
We tend to forget that it was an artist, Nam June Paik, who coined the term “electronic superhighway.” It synthesizes some of the most intriguing aspects of how art, digital media, and language intersect in today’s global culture.
Whether you’re drawing a straight line or zig-zagging through the history of American Minimalist music, there is one person you’re bound to meet.
“I think that creative improvisation music models the democratic principle. Heads of state and legislative bodies could learn a lot from this practice.”
“I’m glad that the work is still proving elusive enough to resist attempts to gather it all up in a critical hamper or net.”
“I was doing some plumbing work for a living and picked up a piece of pipe, blew into it, and it created a very good sound. So, I began building instruments.”
“Asymmetry is part of what makes us human, and it’s what makes our actions feel human. And we only know that because we can have a programmer make something play ‘perfectly,’ and it sounds terrible.”
“The records I don’t listen to are as important as the ones I do.”
Saxophonist and composer Matana Roberts combines music, storytelling, and political activism. On the occasion of the release of Chapter Three in her ongoing Coin Coin series, Christopher Stackhouse prompts her to talk about her background and vision.
Into the mystic with the Chicago-based guitarist and songwriter.
Dawn in Manhattan. In the first, tentative light, a black prostitute is walking back to her room after a night’s work.
Harmony in chaos, and the eternal now.