Archive: September, 2007

mark weber | assembled zen

Saturday, September 8th, 2007

Cover Art by Scott Virtue “Kazutoki Umezu & Don Byron Duo, Knitting Factory, May 10, 1996 NYC”

featuring: Janet Simon, Tom Guralnick, Simon Welter, Roy Durfee, J.A.Deane, Eileen Sullivan, Alicia Ultan, Katie Harlow, Stefan Dill, Courtney Smith, Justine Flynn, Mark Weaver, Tommy, Lou Morales, Michael Anthony, Diego Arencon, Brent Leake, Paul Pulaski, Aaron Davidson, Jane Flynn, David Parlato, Patti Littlefield, Larry Goodell, Melissa Payne, Myra Melford, Brent T. Leake, J.B.Bryan, Ken Keppeler, Jeanie McLerie, Tom and Antonia Apodaca, Todd Moore and Mark Weber.

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carl sandburg | poetry and people

Tuesday, September 4th, 2007

Looking for words and work on Labor Day, what greater American (Chicago ) poet than Carl Sandburg to remind us what we were all about, who we once were. Do yourself a favor: read some Sandburg. Remind your friends, your students, your children that once a upon a time in America, there was a poet of the people who said it all in plain English in the daily newspaper, all that needed to be said to men and women on their way to work with maybe a little hope in their hearts. CHICAGO POEMS…and THE PEOPLE, YES. Begin there. Norbert Blei

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mark weber | four poems from new york city

Sunday, September 2nd, 2007

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laura - Connie Crothers Quintet [3:23m]: Play Now | Play in Popup
under it all - Mark Weber & the Connie Crothers Quintet [1:28m]: Play Now | Play in Popup

podcast, poetry | Comments (0) | 855 Views

john gruntfest | the free music festival orchestra

Sunday, September 2nd, 2007

THE FREE MUSIC FESTIVAL ORCHESTRA Void Leaper Productions vl 1376

Composed and Conducted By John Gruntfest. Live at the Fourth Annual Free Music Festival, Metropolitan Art Center, San Francisco, March 24. 1979.
“Dedicated to the Great SF Free Players of the ‘70s”

Musicians (A Partially Reconstructed Listing): Saxophones / John Gruntfest, Larry Ochs, Bruce Ackley, Andrew Voigt, Robert Bluewater Haven, Kersti Arbams, Genevieve Boulet de Monrel, Harvey Varga, Steve Deutdch, Jim Warshour, Hal Richards, Alfonso Texidor, Jim Schwartz, Henry Kuntz, Asil Lasi, Phillip Friend, Niel Barkley, Ben Bossi, Henry Peters, Kirk Allen, Weldon McCarty, Dennis Saputelli; Flutes/Clarinets / Albert Kovitz, Patrick Wallace, Edward Ache, Richard Dworkin, Gail Edwards, Tim Lambert, Eugene Cash, Marcia Smith, France Fortier; Brass / Bobby Bueghler, Ron Heglin, Hal Hughes, Lea Merrick, Loren Means. And many others for now and forever Mystery Guests.

Cover: Dori Seda’s playful drawing, elephants roaring and raging above the orchestra, was made immediately following the performance. An artist of many talents, Dori left this planet some years ago at age 38. The whereabouts of her various paintings are unknown.

In a time before this time, in our same physical space, there was a musical era connected to our own but of another character and dimension. In calendar time, it was about 25 years ago. In musical time, it was like the day before yesterday; but it could also have been tomorrow, because its sound was the sound of tomorrow.

The music of this era strove to be larger than itself. Its musical freedom was no mere technical achievement but an open-ended exploration that had to do with the very fabric and freedom of life. This freedom was both invigorating and frightening: invigorating in its realization, frightening in its practical implications. For the logic of liberation is such that the established ground of being of every single orthodoxy, musical or not, must fundamentally be called into question.

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mark weber | Em6

Saturday, September 1st, 2007

Mark Weber about Mark Weber:

Mark Weber grew up in Cucamonga, California, where he threw rocks at freight trains and has the distinct memory of hearing Sam the Sham singing “Wholly Bully” off in the distance, a mile away, over the loudspeakers at Upland Memorial Park’s baseball field, on summer afternoons watching the orange-purple Martian sunsets so prevalent to his smog-encrusted homeland. His alma mater is San Berdoo County Jail where he matriculated in cold turkey. Adovada. He published his first poem when he was 15 and he’s 53 now, and still, he suspects that 90% of everything he’s ever wrote is junk. Meanwhile, he’s preparing himself psychically, mentally, spiritually, and physically, for The Immortal Poem to occur to him. Do you hear me Lord? I’m ready. You send me that poem down, and I’ll type it up.

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