steve dalachinsky - (evan parker – fred frith duo set 2 @ the stone 10/15/09)
frith froth
(evan parker – fred frith duo set 2 @
the stone 10/15/09)
no bail out akin to start
no holds barred
ofter the fixer
a smooth esthetic from the get-go
every beat on the beatup
fred brushin the strings / palette painted
like painting yes they are painting
beyond trinkle tinkle
beyond mere trinket & artifice
suffice it to say THIS is ART
tuning up/down boing-a-boingin
see the sounds emerge & merge
contradict & concisely consciously depict
act (en) counter / attack
fred tingly raspy like dynamo in a sci-fi flick
reactor exploding
no needing to see or even anticipate one another
no formulaic formulas
creating immediate solvable theories
that need not be solved immediately
defined as un-definable
turbine(d) – cycling attentiveness
it’s the chains broke free
& put thru the sifter
think incredible not incredulous thoughts
meta-bonding / bounding bound by & bowed by…
hot for an underlying melody @ times
a second there & gone to lilting
this craving
my gruff pushy boyish naïve sensitive self
me most sensitive soul - ted coughs right in my ear
a mini tsunami ensues
fierce wind & storm out on the street tonite
in here too
donors aplenty though donors be rare
there are salient & savory promptitudes & angles
with platitudes never part of the issue
large men & their umbrellas being breathed away
take my hand – i call to her as the storm blows us
down the street but she is too busy shouting @ me over
some silly domestic dispute
fred’s bare feet hit the pedals
his toes curl up - something electric there
the storm inside is also strong
& rips thru us just as the one out there
does
if you’ll only hold on to me for a bit instead of your anger
i think to myself keeping a safe distance at her request
leave your anger across the street i have
for now @ least
leave the cycles @ home
they play laments
spacious liturgical almost – distended church bell
difficult sonorities – a whole new view
knocking on the doors of…
fred says have to tune to that one now just so we can see where it’s going
not that we care – that’a another one down -
evan says: & 5 more to go
well we have to end by 11 - evan says pointing to the ceiling
we’ve got 3 minutes left
let’s see what we can play in 3 minutes
it’s the ballad isn’t it – fred says
i thought we played the ballad already – evan says –
we only know one – it’s gonna be a pretty ballad fred chimes in
& more ongaku & eumahk begin
& my body has gone somewhere else just then … AMEN.
dalachinsky nyc 10/15/09
(evan parker – fred frith duo set 2 @
the stone 10/15/09)
no bail out akin to start
no holds barred
ofter the fixer
a smooth esthetic from the get-go
every beat on the beatup
fred brushin the strings / palette painted
like painting yes they are painting
beyond trinkle tinkle
beyond mere trinket & artifice
suffice it to say THIS is ART
tuning up/down boing-a-boingin
see the sounds emerge & merge
contradict & concisely consciously depict
act (en) counter / attack
fred tingly raspy like dynamo in a sci-fi flick
reactor exploding
no needing to see or even anticipate one another
no formulaic formulas
creating immediate solvable theories
that need not be solved immediately
defined as un-definable
turbine(d) – cycling attentiveness
it’s the chains broke free
& put thru the sifter
think incredible not incredulous thoughts
meta-bonding / bounding bound by & bowed by…
hot for an underlying melody @ times
a second there & gone to lilting
this craving
my gruff pushy boyish naïve sensitive self
me most sensitive soul - ted coughs right in my ear
a mini tsunami ensues
fierce wind & storm out on the street tonite
in here too
donors aplenty though donors be rare
there are salient & savory promptitudes & angles
with platitudes never part of the issue
large men & their umbrellas being breathed away
take my hand – i call to her as the storm blows us
down the street but she is too busy shouting @ me over
some silly domestic dispute
fred’s bare feet hit the pedals
his toes curl up - something electric there
the storm inside is also strong
& rips thru us just as the one out there
does
if you’ll only hold on to me for a bit instead of your anger
i think to myself keeping a safe distance at her request
leave your anger across the street i have
for now @ least
leave the cycles @ home
they play laments
spacious liturgical almost – distended church bell
difficult sonorities – a whole new view
knocking on the doors of…
fred says have to tune to that one now just so we can see where it’s going
not that we care – that’a another one down -
evan says: & 5 more to go
well we have to end by 11 - evan says pointing to the ceiling
we’ve got 3 minutes left
let’s see what we can play in 3 minutes
it’s the ballad isn’t it – fred says
i thought we played the ballad already – evan says –
we only know one – it’s gonna be a pretty ballad fred chimes in
& more ongaku & eumahk begin
& my body has gone somewhere else just then … AMEN.
dalachinsky nyc 10/15/09
posted by jim leftwich at 8:22 AM
