Nobody Knows - John Lee Hooker
sad. translate it and listen.
good and holy
 
Noumen …some time ago I wrote “never underestimate Polish jazz”…and damn how right I was! Tonight’s fishing well… #whatapiece
 
Bad News Is Coming

#thebluesintheheart
 
Ingrandisci questa immagine

I am republishing this article by Giorgio Agamben – a philosopher who ranges from aesthetics to linguistics – on "prepositions, and perhaps on adverbs," published on Quodlibet.it.

“To free our thoughts from the shackles that prevent them from taking flight, it is essential first to train ourselves not to think in nouns (which, as the name itself unmistakably betrays, imprison us in that 'substance,' with which a millennia-old tradition has believed it could grasp being), but rather (as William James once suggested) in prepositions and perhaps in adverbs. The fact that thought, that the mind itself, has, so to speak, a non-substantial but adverbial character is beautifully illustrated by the singular fact that in our language, to form an adverb, one simply adds the term 'mente' to an adjective: amorosamente, crudelmente, meravigliosamente.

The noun – the substantial – is quantitative and imposing; the adverb is qualitative and light; and if you find yourself in difficulty, it will not be a 'what,' but a 'how,' an adverb and not a noun that will help you. 'What to do?' paralyzes and pins you down; only 'how to do?' opens a way out.

Thus, to think about time, which has always put the minds of philosophers to the test, nothing is more useful than to rely – as poets do – on adverbs: 'always,' 'never,' 'already,' 'immediately,' 'again' – and perhaps – of all, the most mysterious – 'while.' 'While' (from Latin: dum, interim) does not designate a time but a 'meanwhile,' that is, a curious simultaneity between two actions or two times.

Its equivalent in verb forms is the gerund, which is neither a verb nor a noun in the strictest sense, but implies a verb or a noun to accompany: 'but it goes and while going listens,' says Virgil to Dante, and everyone remembers Pascoli’s Romagna, 'the land where, while going, the azure vision of San Marino accompanies us.' Let us reflect on this special time, which we can think of only through an adverb and a gerund: it is not a measurable interval between two times, nor is it even a time in the proper sense; rather, it is almost an immaterial place where we somehow dwell, in a sort of subdued and interlocutory permanence.

True thought is not that which deduces and infers according to a before and an after: 'I think, therefore I am,' but, more soberly: 'while I think, I am.' And the time we live is not the abstract and breathless flight of elusive moments: it is this simple, motionless 'while,' in which we are always already – without even noticing it – our trivial eternity, which no weary clock will ever measure.”

Giorgio Agamben
Mentre
Quodlibet.it
March 14, 2024

Ps. I’ll keep quiet and learn; you do as you wish.
 
主動 another #boppone made in taiwan!
 
Peer Raben - Blues For Franz
Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Bad Wörishofen.
 
Luna - In Concerto
Nova and Luna are the two projects that emerged after the dissolution of Osanna. The former (with Elio D'Anna and Corrado Rustici) recorded Fusion records in America.
The latter (with Danilo Rustici) released a delightful Pop Rock album...1981!
(the stunning Space Disco from the 45 rpm Iron Far/Stay Here With Me)
 
Joe Sarnataro e i Blue Stuff - SOTTO VIALE AUGUSTO CHE CE STA? (1992) perhaps there will be the firefighters lined up in threes?
 
Edoardo Bennato & Bo Diddley - Attento Joe (video) - 1992.
Hey, you who want to be a rebel
Hey, you who want to be a hero
Sooner or later, whether you like it or not
You have to pay a price, pay, yes
Yes, pay
And just to give you an example
If you want to go on the news
You have to pass under those Caudine Forks
Of San Martino, you have to pass, pass
Yes, pass
Careful Joe, watch what you do, do
Do, do
Don't pull the string too tight, or you'll regret it - rai
-Rai, -rai

In the album "Il paese dei balocchi" from 1992, released by Edoardo Bennato just after the album under his alter ego Joe Sarnataro "È asciuto pazzo 'o padrone" (which I’ve been discussing on the site lately), also from 1992, there’s this song, "Attento Joe," sung in duet no less than with Bo Diddley. This piece, dedicated to Joe Sarnataro himself, criticizes the power of Rai and its executives who, to allow a spot on their national broadcasts, impose the choice of certain locations for concerts. In particular, Bennato refers to journalist Gianni Raviele and his Rassegna di Spettacolo e Cultura San Martino Arte that took place in his hometown, San Martino Valle Caudina. As a "punishment," following the release of this piece, Bennato was not invited to the TV show "Prisma."
«And just to give you an example, if you want to go on the news, you have to pass under those Caudine Forks of San Martino...»
Bennato himself, "masked" as Joe Sarnataro, had indeed performed in this location, along with other Italian artists who were then at the peak of their careers.
«Careful Joe, watch what you do, do, don’t pull the string too tight, or you’ll regret it - rai!» (That "rai" is definitely not random, as you may have guessed).
Now, you can think what you want, of course, like that here Edoardo was at the end of his rope and had already shot his best shots earlier, especially in the '70s (even though for me, the album under Joe Sarnataro’s name is a masterpiece), but there is a fact: his two immediately previous singles, "Viva la mamma" from 1989 and "Un'estate italiana" aka "Notti magiche" sung in duet with Gianna Nannini from 1990, and his two previous albums, "Ok Italia" from 1987 and "Abbi dubbi" from 1989, sold tremendously well.
From here on out, however, he wouldn’t sell (almost) anything anymore: a coincidence? Who knows...
 
Pat Metheny with Charlie Haden - Cinema Paradiso

Every now and then, I know, I might not seem entirely focused.
Many mistake my anal curiosity for intelligence: nothing could be further from me, as I’ve taken quite a while, but now I know myself.

Ah, damn, I need to say something.

If you take this "minimal" version of the masterpiece by the Maestro and compare it to the "orchestral" one, the choice might seem easy.
But it’s not.
Because, in my opinion, Patrizio & Carletto here play all the harmonies without actually playing the individual notes.
Try - whether it’s a matter of anal curiosity or compulsive behavior - to listen to the two versions in the order you prefer.

In Pat & Charlie's version, you can hear all the strange instruments that the Supreme composer loved to use: from frying pans to ocarinas. It’s just that they’re nestled between the notes that they DON'T play.

Don’t understand what it is?
It’s Jazz!