<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648</id><updated>2012-01-22T18:07:33.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jazz incunabula</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-7489557119272401801</id><published>2012-01-22T18:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:07:33.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 1967 gibson J-50 (modified)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ni4xaQgUMMk/TxzAl1IuTQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/O82YteWg__Y/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ni4xaQgUMMk/TxzAl1IuTQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/O82YteWg__Y/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700642984495566082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the J-50 i bought in 1972 relaxing at home. i had the adjustable bridge and heavy pick guard removed back in the 1970s, and my friend sharon johnson painted the rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-7489557119272401801?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/7489557119272401801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-1967-gibson-j-50-modified.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/7489557119272401801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/7489557119272401801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-1967-gibson-j-50-modified.html' title='my 1967 gibson J-50 (modified)'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ni4xaQgUMMk/TxzAl1IuTQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/O82YteWg__Y/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-4587161831850953574</id><published>2011-10-25T00:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T00:26:30.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B36c_l4Yhwc/TqZj5jx9htI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wJxP_T5ivWU/s1600/zodiac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B36c_l4Yhwc/TqZj5jx9htI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wJxP_T5ivWU/s320/zodiac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667327021600835282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh the moon is a big meal&lt;br /&gt;so many dreams they are hard to digest&lt;br /&gt;you will become pregnant with the future&lt;br /&gt;glow like a thousand children&lt;br /&gt;burn like an orgasm&lt;br /&gt;and think transcendent incandescent radioactive thoughts&lt;br /&gt;until they grow so big oh you will become&lt;br /&gt;the moon oh the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-4587161831850953574?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/4587161831850953574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-moon-is-big-meal-so-many-dreams-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/4587161831850953574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/4587161831850953574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-moon-is-big-meal-so-many-dreams-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B36c_l4Yhwc/TqZj5jx9htI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wJxP_T5ivWU/s72-c/zodiac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-1400903581624115265</id><published>2011-06-30T17:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T12:32:31.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignatz Mus Nom</title><content type='html'>DADDY! DADDY!  -  SEE MUS?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pKINiNof6N4/Tg0TcyxhMWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dOEKD6yQudA/s1600/Bear%2BPhone%2B243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pKINiNof6N4/Tg0TcyxhMWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dOEKD6yQudA/s320/Bear%2BPhone%2B243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624172895042351458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I EATZ HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-algpRZZwLtw/Tg0TwC9Q6WI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mRYLFOTDwDs/s1600/Bear%2BPhone%2B245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-algpRZZwLtw/Tg0TwC9Q6WI/AAAAAAAAAJI/mRYLFOTDwDs/s320/Bear%2BPhone%2B245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624173225804097890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-1400903581624115265?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/1400903581624115265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2011/06/ignatz-mus-nom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/1400903581624115265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/1400903581624115265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2011/06/ignatz-mus-nom.html' title='Ignatz Mus Nom'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pKINiNof6N4/Tg0TcyxhMWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dOEKD6yQudA/s72-c/Bear%2BPhone%2B243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-1669533230588944169</id><published>2011-04-17T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:15:51.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Greater Impact On The Environment Than Any Other Single Organism In History"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJjJzuIdpNo/TatX1P6zfuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AQRGSMfJQi0/s1600/midgley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJjJzuIdpNo/TatX1P6zfuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AQRGSMfJQi0/s320/midgley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596663534255832802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't a good impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the twenties, there were two difficult problems plaguing the auto and consumer goods industries in general and General Motors in particular: one was the tendancy of gasoline to burn too quickly and cause car engines to "knock", and the other was the ironic habit that refrigerator coolants had of catching fire and burning up the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Motors subsidiary Dayton Research Labs put a certain Thomas Midgley jr, Cornell graduate in mechanical engineering, on the case. In 1922 he found that tetraethyl lead&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;would do the trick. The problem, of course, is that lead is poisonous. GM marketed the additive under the deceitful brand name 'Ethyl', and set about fending off critics who pointed out the obvious. In the meantime, Midgley quietly took a years vacation during 1923 to recover from lead poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the controversy wouldn't end. At the various plants that GM set up to produce the additive, there were numerous cases of hallucinations, insanity, and deaths due to lead poisoning. In Oct 1924, Midgley himself tried to put an end to the bad press by staging a public demonstration where he poured  tetraethyl lead&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;over his hands and then put the bottle under his nose and inhaled the fumes for 60 seconds, declaring that he could do this every day without harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then quietly took another year's vacation to recover from the effects of this demonstration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next project was refrigerants. Compounds used at the time included ammonia, cloromethane, propane, and sulfur dioxide. Midgley and his team came up with the idea of combining fluorine with hydrocarbons creating dichlorofluoromethane, the first chlorofluorocarbon. The idea was to exploit the volatility of fluorine needed for refrigeration, but bond it to carbons for stability.  This was marketed as 'Freon'. As a moral matter, one has to give Midgley a pass here, since it wasn't at all clear at the time that CFCs would damage the ozone layer and eventually be banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midgley received a number of awards for his work, but fate was not done with him. In 1940, at the age of 51, Midgley contracted severe polio. He rigged up a system of "strings and pulleys" to help others lift him out of bed, but met his fate at the age of 55 when he became entangled in the device and strangled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is still possible to believe in the unqualified advance of technology and science, but it is clear now that often a technological solution causes almost as many problems as it solves. Some historians now even cast the Neolithic Revolution - the invention of farming - as an emergency stopgap measure that took on a life of its own, causing human populations to grow out of control. Clearly, things like atomic energy and automobiles are not unambiguous technological wins. Thomas Midgley's life reads like a parable of that phenomenon. In spades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. the quote used as the title is from environmental historian J.R. McNeil)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-1669533230588944169?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/1669533230588944169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2011/04/greater-impact-on-environment-than-any.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/1669533230588944169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/1669533230588944169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2011/04/greater-impact-on-environment-than-any.html' title='&quot;A Greater Impact On The Environment Than Any Other Single Organism In History&quot;'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJjJzuIdpNo/TatX1P6zfuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AQRGSMfJQi0/s72-c/midgley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-1990351551286033167</id><published>2011-04-14T01:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T01:58:56.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RYAN PLAN - SERIOUS SUICIDE ATTEMPT OR MERELY A DESPERATE PLEA FOR HELP</title><content type='html'>specialists  are in disagreement as to whether the gop was in serious despair of any  future happiness or merely attempting to draw attention do its serious  and life-threatening teabag infestation last week when it committed an  apparent act of suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the republican party attempted to, and  may have succeeded in, alienating the most conservative and reliable  block of conservative voters in the united states, senior citizens and  those approaching that age, by announcing plans to destroy medicare and  distribute the dismembered remains to its wealthy donors. the plan  envisions handing out coupons that the elderly could use to attempt to  purchase medical insurance on the open market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;older people are,  of course, the worst possible risk for health insurers. not only are  they by far the most likely to need expensive care, but are also the  least likely to be able to pay back the insurance companies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it's  not unusual that a teenager's desperate plea for attention goes wrong  and results in serious lasting damage or death, and this might be what  happened in this case" said dr ernest toungue. a therapist at the  walgreen's medical center - a widely utilized source of health care  including pap smears and other cancer testing - disagreed - "nobody in  their right mind could imagine for a second that the american people  would be stupid enough to fall for this - this was a deliberate attempt  on the part of the republican party to destroy itself permamently"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-1990351551286033167?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/1990351551286033167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2011/04/ryan-plan-serious-suicide-attempt-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/1990351551286033167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/1990351551286033167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2011/04/ryan-plan-serious-suicide-attempt-or.html' title='RYAN PLAN - SERIOUS SUICIDE ATTEMPT OR MERELY A DESPERATE PLEA FOR HELP'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-5711958600377673381</id><published>2011-02-16T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:18:59.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>strasbourg oaths, 842 AD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zl3o-I4Uiig/TVuIVRtjKgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yG7vP-Zmn6s/s1600/Sacramenta_Argentariae_%2528pars_brevis%2529.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zl3o-I4Uiig/TVuIVRtjKgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yG7vP-Zmn6s/s320/Sacramenta_Argentariae_%2528pars_brevis%2529.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574198862914202114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="js-singleCommentText jsk-ItemBodyText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first example of any of the romance languages that were  evolving from latin, it's closer to modern catalan than anything else.  there was to be no more substantial documentation of french, spanish,  italian, or any other romance language until the eleventh century. the  text is a single and unique flash of light illuminating dark age french&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pro Deo amur et pro Christian poblo et nostro commun salvament,  d'ist di in avant, in quant Deus savir et podir me dunat, si salvarai eo  cist meon fradre Karlo et in ajudha et in cadhuna cosa, si cum om per  dreit son fradre salvar dist, in o quid il me altresi fazet, et ab  Ludher nul plaid numquam prindrai, qui, meon vol, cist meon fradre Karle  in damno sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Lodhwigs sagrament que son fradre Karlo jurat conservat et  Karlus, meos sendra, de suo part n lostanit, si io returnar non l'int  pois, ne io ne neuls cui eo returnar int pois, in nulla ajudha contra  Lodhuwig nun li iu er&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(“For the love of God and for Christendom and our common  salvation, from this day onwards, as God will give me the wisdom and  power, I shall protect this brother of mine Charles, with aid or  anything else, as one ought to protect one's brother, so that he may do  the same for me, and I shall never knowingly make any covenant with  Lothair that would harm this brother of mine Charles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Louis keeps the oath that he has sworn to his brother Charles,  and Charles, my lord, on the other hand breaks it, and if I cannot  dissuade him from it — neither I nor anyone that I can dissuade from it —  then I shall not help him in any way against Louis")&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-5711958600377673381?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/5711958600377673381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2011/02/strasbourg-oaths-842-ad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/5711958600377673381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/5711958600377673381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2011/02/strasbourg-oaths-842-ad.html' title='strasbourg oaths, 842 AD'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zl3o-I4Uiig/TVuIVRtjKgI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yG7vP-Zmn6s/s72-c/Sacramenta_Argentariae_%2528pars_brevis%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-5726063276255151097</id><published>2011-02-01T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:07:48.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignatz T. Crazypants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TUhnRcFJBqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GTp_ndKwkkY/s1600/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TUhnRcFJBqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GTp_ndKwkkY/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568814488536811170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ignatz is a savannah katz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TUhnGJcgCaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/geoC4f4W83w/s1600/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TUhnGJcgCaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/geoC4f4W83w/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568814294555953570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TUhnAVX2VMI/AAAAAAAAAII/Et9bxzjnSQM/s1600/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TUhnAVX2VMI/AAAAAAAAAII/Et9bxzjnSQM/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568814194678453442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-5726063276255151097?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/5726063276255151097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2011/02/ignatz-t-crazypants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/5726063276255151097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/5726063276255151097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2011/02/ignatz-t-crazypants.html' title='Ignatz T. Crazypants'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TUhnRcFJBqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/GTp_ndKwkkY/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-5621456106510715503</id><published>2010-11-15T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:14:03.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;FLORENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TOIcnGIKURI/AAAAAAAAAGw/o6DtDS0xViY/s1600/bear%2Bphone%2B181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TOIcnGIKURI/AAAAAAAAAGw/o6DtDS0xViY/s320/bear%2Bphone%2B181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540021949604450578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;getting lost in florence, we stumbled across the synagogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TOIdNCDvjGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NvlKeEOYYGY/s1600/bear%2Bphone%2B160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TOIdNCDvjGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NvlKeEOYYGY/s320/bear%2Bphone%2B160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540022601347206242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;florence, river arno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TOId6zN78YI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ccn0NKSdeq4/s1600/bear%2Bphone%2B164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TOId6zN78YI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ccn0NKSdeq4/s320/bear%2Bphone%2B164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540023387637412226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;door to cosimo medici's place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;VENICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TOIeRT-1ZNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/aC5pmT48X1s/s1600/bear%2Bphone%2B217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TOIeRT-1ZNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/aC5pmT48X1s/s320/bear%2Bphone%2B217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540023774389560530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;venice, window of a marionette shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TOIeqksht9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cQ4aiKFCNt0/s1600/bear%2Bphone%2B219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TOIeqksht9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cQ4aiKFCNt0/s320/bear%2Bphone%2B219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540024208372905938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;venice high fashion shop display on the canal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TOIe5-ErjmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RyhB2tWN8w8/s1600/bear%2Bphone%2B216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TOIe5-ErjmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RyhB2tWN8w8/s320/bear%2Bphone%2B216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540024472883138146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;signs direct the tourists to the campo s marco. but to get there, you must pass under a building, through an unadorned dark subterranean passage hundreds of years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-5621456106510715503?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/5621456106510715503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-lost-in-florence-we-stumbled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/5621456106510715503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/5621456106510715503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-lost-in-florence-we-stumbled.html' title=''/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/TOIcnGIKURI/AAAAAAAAAGw/o6DtDS0xViY/s72-c/bear%2Bphone%2B181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-6545204917808353623</id><published>2010-03-13T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:33:36.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~Indecipherable Herbarium ~~~ ~~~~~~~~The Voynich Manuscript</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S5wb5p7pU9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/JLBPNQpUa2M/s1600-h/Voynich_herbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S5wb5p7pU9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/JLBPNQpUa2M/s320/Voynich_herbs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448260326533977042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Voynich Manuscript is a mysterious handwritten illuminated manuscript with pictures of unidentified plants, fanciful drawings of naked women lounging in a hallucinatory universe of tubes, and bizarre and wonderful cosmological mandalas. The writing is in an unknown alphabet or cipher, and despite the attentions of the top cryptologists over the decades, nobody has ever made a dent in figuring out what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S5wdd02l5uI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PFOye0uuQpU/s1600-h/voynich_manuscript_bathtub2_example_78r_cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S5wdd02l5uI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PFOye0uuQpU/s320/voynich_manuscript_bathtub2_example_78r_cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448262047452489442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientific tests and internal evidence seem to verify the manuscript as a genuine production of the early 16th century rather than a more recent hoax. My personal opinion, though, is that the "writing" is nonsense, and that the book was created by somebody who wanted people to think that he or she had a book of secret magic that only they could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S5wekaET-kI/AAAAAAAAAGY/X7ukG6vblDI/s1600-h/voynich_manuscript_cosmological_example_86v_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S5wekaET-kI/AAAAAAAAAGY/X7ukG6vblDI/s320/voynich_manuscript_cosmological_example_86v_crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448263260032989762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S5wermtXUjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z_7IHeJqVQA/s1600-h/voynich_plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S5wermtXUjI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z_7IHeJqVQA/s320/voynich_plant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448263383685485106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-6545204917808353623?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/6545204917808353623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2010/03/indecipherable-herbarium-voynich.html#comment-form' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/6545204917808353623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/6545204917808353623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2010/03/indecipherable-herbarium-voynich.html' title='~~~Indecipherable Herbarium ~~~ ~~~~~~~~The Voynich Manuscript'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S5wb5p7pU9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/JLBPNQpUa2M/s72-c/Voynich_herbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-3311489624347764202</id><published>2010-02-01T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:08:23.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Hexagrams Of The I Ching</title><content type='html'>Hexagram number indeterminate - Fog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up and down need to be relative to something fixed. bumping into people is not the same as going somewhere. wandering around can lead you back to the same place. or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the superior man checks his compass before spinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good fortune!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-3311489624347764202?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/3311489624347764202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost-hexagrams-of-i-ching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/3311489624347764202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/3311489624347764202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost-hexagrams-of-i-ching.html' title='Lost Hexagrams Of The I Ching'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-1141900433608176759</id><published>2010-01-21T14:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:08:37.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Hexagrams Of The I Ching</title><content type='html'>hexagram number 'who cares' - Weather Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissing, with frequent stupidity. Chance of shitstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The superior man stocks up on tuna fish and peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good fortune...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-1141900433608176759?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/1141900433608176759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2010/01/lost-hexagrams-of-i-ching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/1141900433608176759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/1141900433608176759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2010/01/lost-hexagrams-of-i-ching.html' title='Lost Hexagrams Of The I Ching'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-5051482756226466268</id><published>2010-01-17T22:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:34:07.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~~ Mon mai longe liues wene, ~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S1P71zXGF5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/75ghM6W34us/s1600-h/medieval_english_fish.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427958877650294674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S1P71zXGF5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/75ghM6W34us/s320/medieval_english_fish.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ac ofte him lieth the wrench.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feir weder turneth ofte into reine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S1P8QO1AzHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/eY81QHPHVA0/s1600-h/medieval_lady_with_unicorn_tapestry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427959331700132978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S1P8QO1AzHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/eY81QHPHVA0/s320/medieval_lady_with_unicorn_tapestry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And wunderliche hit maketh his blench.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tharuore mon, thu the bi-thench,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S1P8KYt5-MI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CPPEjHoF6DE/s1600-h/medieval_reaping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427959231275464898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S1P8KYt5-MI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CPPEjHoF6DE/s320/medieval_reaping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Al schal falewi thi grene,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Weilawei, nis king ne quene,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S1P8D5Ak4oI/AAAAAAAAAFw/E48Yk4gi-uY/s1600-h/medieval_manuscript_wildrose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427959119684625026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S1P8D5Ak4oI/AAAAAAAAAFw/E48Yk4gi-uY/s320/medieval_manuscript_wildrose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That ne schal drinche of deathes drench. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mon, er thu falle of thi bench, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thine sunne thu aquench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S1P79Cky3qI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Vbdjxgle4Fs/s1600-h/medieval_sowing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427959001993371298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S1P79Cky3qI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Vbdjxgle4Fs/s320/medieval_sowing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-5051482756226466268?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/5051482756226466268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-was-i-dreaming-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/5051482756226466268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/5051482756226466268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-was-i-dreaming-about.html' title='~~~~ Mon mai longe liues wene, ~~~~'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S1P71zXGF5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/75ghM6W34us/s72-c/medieval_english_fish.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-8669728285437188224</id><published>2010-01-04T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:10:01.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lillian Roth</title><content type='html'>Lillian Roth (December 13, 1910 - May 12, 1980) was a singer and comedienne who appeared in the movies in the early 30s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S0I2EbNu39I/AAAAAAAAAFY/BAlfGBe04UA/s1600-h/200px-Lillian_roth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422956350960230354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S0I2EbNu39I/AAAAAAAAAFY/BAlfGBe04UA/s320/200px-Lillian_roth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and very cute, and a talented physical comedian as well as an excellent singer, she was featured in the Marx Brothers' Animal Crackers in 1930, where she reprised the skit which is shown below in the form of a short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet The Boy Friend, 1930&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iCha5bq3jQE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iCha5bq3jQE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(extra jazz aficionado points to whoever can identify the violinist in the opening minute of this short!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Story Conference, 1934&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gG4sALBUq4E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gG4sALBUq4E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that takes Lillian's story from that of a bright bauble of the jazz age to real pathos was her struggle with alcoholism. From about 1935 to the early 50s (except for a couple of appearances in 1939), she disappeared from show business while she went through this dark passage in her life. She joined AA in 1946, and in 1954 she published her autobiography, I'll Cry Tomorrow, which became a bestseller and was made into a movie starring Susan Hayward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She returned to performing, appearing in a successful nightclub act in the 50s, and broadway musicals in the 60s and 70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much alchohol, bad husbands, and financial difficulties plagued Lillian throughout her life, she never lost her unique sparkling charm and intelligence that shines so brightly in the clips that preserve her for us. Here she is at 47, after having survived her biggest ordeal, looking like a million dollars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's My Line appearance, 1957&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kiugiLXJ6B8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kiugiLXJ6B8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-8669728285437188224?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/8669728285437188224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2010/01/lillian-roth-ill-cry-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/8669728285437188224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/8669728285437188224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2010/01/lillian-roth-ill-cry-tomorrow.html' title='Lillian Roth'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/S0I2EbNu39I/AAAAAAAAAFY/BAlfGBe04UA/s72-c/200px-Lillian_roth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-569240143011916843</id><published>2010-01-01T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:44:10.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Sz598WidnYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Ey_7kSSXFjw/s1600-h/janusdianajanus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421909477196406146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Sz598WidnYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Ey_7kSSXFjw/s320/janusdianajanus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Sz59qd9BUKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oZPxj2kMcjk/s1600-h/janusdianajanus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then unclasp all, and let your compass be the windrose&lt;br /&gt;eyes starlight blind infinity refresh, oh spin my axis spin!&lt;br /&gt;truth revolves too fast, daylight burns too clean,&lt;br /&gt;there is no end of doors, and our gods are mobius and ourobouros! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-569240143011916843?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/569240143011916843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2010/01/then-unclasp-all-and-let-windrose-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/569240143011916843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/569240143011916843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2010/01/then-unclasp-all-and-let-windrose-be.html' title='Janus'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Sz598WidnYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Ey_7kSSXFjw/s72-c/janusdianajanus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-5275646889898514594</id><published>2009-12-28T10:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:12:45.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Hexagrams of the I Ching</title><content type='html'>Hexagram number negative - Backwards Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painting yourself into corners is declared the new way forward. enemies are the new friends. fish practice walking backwards and shop for bicycles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the superior man discovers no innovations in maps and continues reading. good fortune&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-5275646889898514594?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/5275646889898514594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-hexagrams-of-i-ching_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/5275646889898514594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/5275646889898514594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-hexagrams-of-i-ching_28.html' title='Lost Hexagrams of the I Ching'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-4887141624006949676</id><published>2009-12-24T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:31:20.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Hexagrams of the I Ching</title><content type='html'>hexagram number irrational - Monstrosities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamsters get married to rats. a law is published declaring food to be shit. armies follow the battle plan of their opponents and attack themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the superior man keeps his friends and his goals the same, and contemplates large pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good fortune&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-4887141624006949676?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/4887141624006949676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-hexagrams-of-i-ching_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/4887141624006949676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/4887141624006949676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-hexagrams-of-i-ching_24.html' title='Lost Hexagrams of the I Ching'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-3824272895902383834</id><published>2009-12-22T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:17:54.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Medical Information</title><content type='html'>the next version of the DSM will include a description of stupid personality disorder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Personality Disorder (SPD) is a personality disorder defined by the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, the diagnostic classification system used in the United States, as “a pervasive pattern of idiocy, a marked susceptibility to ridiculous theories and meaningless slogans, need to issue fascist diktat, and a lack of information gathering ability [1], beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of contexts, as indicated by five (or more) of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lack of ability to gather, digest, and understand easily available information.&lt;br /&gt;2. Intense attachment to pet theories, and a obsessive preoccupation with them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Rejection of any facts that contradict these pet theories, accompanied by intense anger, and denigration of the person bringing these facts to their attention.&lt;br /&gt;4. Marked susceptibility to conspiracy theories, random bullshit dressed up with ten dollar words, and melodramatic but impotent threats.&lt;br /&gt;5. Addiction to issuing orders in &lt;a href="http://www.armystudyguide.com/content/army_board_study_guide_topics/drill_and_ceremony/the-command-voice.shtml"&gt;Command Voice&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. Poore speling and CAPITAL LETTERS&lt;br /&gt;7. Inability to admit that perhaps one might be mistaken in some small detail.&lt;br /&gt;8. Black and white thinking, perfectionism, inability to put themselves in other people’s shoes.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissistic_personality_disorder"&gt;Narcissistic personality disorder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-3824272895902383834?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/3824272895902383834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/12/important-medical-information.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/3824272895902383834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/3824272895902383834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/12/important-medical-information.html' title='Important Medical Information'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-90254312431918335</id><published>2009-12-22T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:03:19.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Hexagrams of the I Ching</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hexagram number square root of my homework - Loud Fish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pigs and fishes declare the best way to get to vegas is to drive the chevy over the cliff. somehow, it forgets to fly. they blame the sandwiches, so nobody gets any lunch. fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the superior man picks up the discarded sandwiches and speaks in riddles. good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irrational number in the second place - the chevy stays on the highway. fish food is dispensed but the fishes argue with it. good fortune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-90254312431918335?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/90254312431918335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-hexagrams-of-i-ching_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/90254312431918335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/90254312431918335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-hexagrams-of-i-ching_22.html' title='Lost Hexagrams of the I Ching'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-2632543275292353556</id><published>2009-12-18T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:30:20.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Like That!</title><content type='html'>A cute little tune from the twenties that i first heard from baby rose marie in the vaudeville documentary. first off is a once famous songstress that i heard about from phila - annette hanshaw was attrative, intelligent and stylish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zr1dSp82D8M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zr1dSp82D8M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here a version by harry reser's syncopaters has a lot of fun graphics from the twenties and teens, that get more and more sexy and stylish as the video goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbM50_aEQDc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RbM50_aEQDc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's baby rose marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGt0My15xb0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGt0My15xb0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-2632543275292353556?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/2632543275292353556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-be-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/2632543275292353556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/2632543275292353556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-be-like-that.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Like That!'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-965712980180237427</id><published>2009-12-17T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:41:24.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Hexagrams of the I Ching</title><content type='html'>hexagram minus 42 - Stupidity and Craziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chickens bark and dogs lie down in their own shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the superior man looks up bix biederbeck videos on youtube and plays with his cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good fortune&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-965712980180237427?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/965712980180237427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-hexagrams-of-i-ching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/965712980180237427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/965712980180237427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-hexagrams-of-i-ching.html' title='Lost Hexagrams of the I Ching'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-4245866622561946798</id><published>2009-11-13T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:15:20.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meshes of the Afternoon, by Maya Deren, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPi9i3gfSAM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPi9i3gfSAM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the best "underground" movies ever made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Deren"&gt;Maya Deren&lt;/a&gt; (April 29, 1917, Kiev – October 13, 1961, New York City), born Eleanora Derenkowskaya, was an American avant-garde filmmaker and film theorist of the 1940s and 1950s. Deren was also a choreographer, dancer, poet, writer and photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Sz6P_ZQlfHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/k3Fn8NWscfc/s1600-h/Mayameshes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Sz6P_ZQlfHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/k3Fn8NWscfc/s320/Mayameshes.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421929320675638386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-4245866622561946798?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/4245866622561946798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/11/meshes-of-afternoon-by-maya-deren-part.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/4245866622561946798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/4245866622561946798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/11/meshes-of-afternoon-by-maya-deren-part.html' title='Meshes of the Afternoon, by Maya Deren, Part 2'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Sz6P_ZQlfHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/k3Fn8NWscfc/s72-c/Mayameshes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-6469176828391809420</id><published>2009-09-06T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T00:57:29.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Ctenophore Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SqNkeUnpLHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RJzy5bc91RY/s1600-h/ctenophore4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378252852104342642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SqNkeUnpLHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RJzy5bc91RY/s320/ctenophore4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With profuse and apologetic thanks to Phila for the inspirational example of his very popular Nudibranch Blogging, I present a selection of Ctenophores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SqNkorGLXrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-a6lvGVG3tQ/s1600-h/ctenophore5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378253029936684722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SqNkorGLXrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-a6lvGVG3tQ/s320/ctenophore5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ctenophores are bioluminescent biradially symmetrical hermaphroditic solitary marine animals resembling jellyfishes having for locomotion eight rows of cilia arranged like teeth in a comb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No flirting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378252656419399858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SqNkS7ot6LI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Fq50uirNI6Q/s320/ctenophore3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SqNj6F9rpwI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tP2ApBesl78/s1600-h/ctenophore2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Although powers of regeneration are great, no evidence for asexual reproduction by fission. Reproduction considered to be entirely sexual. Most species are hermaphroditic, but some gonochoristic. In most, gametes shed through mouth, fertilization and development external.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SqNmueFk9wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VL4RtL6aSCE/s1600-h/ctenophore2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378255328546977538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SqNmueFk9wI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VL4RtL6aSCE/s320/ctenophore2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elastic mesenchyme provides "skeletal" support, with muscle cells providing tonus for body shape. Neutrally bouyant, but swim using comb rows with ctenes (transverse bands of partially or wholly fused cilia beating as a unit).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-6469176828391809420?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/6469176828391809420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-ctenophore-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/6469176828391809420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/6469176828391809420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday-ctenophore-blogging.html' title='Sunday Ctenophore Blogging'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SqNkeUnpLHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RJzy5bc91RY/s72-c/ctenophore4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-7572546753460810208</id><published>2009-08-27T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:43:36.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Pillows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SpdtFti4GOI/AAAAAAAAADo/9LPEJfLIJDo/s1600-h/durerpillows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SpdtFti4GOI/AAAAAAAAADo/9LPEJfLIJDo/s320/durerpillows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374884625182628066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sechs Kissen (Six Pillows), 1493 by Albrecht Dürer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dürer made so many wonderful pictures, but there is something so charming and fresh about this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-7572546753460810208?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/7572546753460810208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/08/six-pillows.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/7572546753460810208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/7572546753460810208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/08/six-pillows.html' title='Six Pillows'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SpdtFti4GOI/AAAAAAAAADo/9LPEJfLIJDo/s72-c/durerpillows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-9143194285611355643</id><published>2009-08-22T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:45:48.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopin D♭Nocturne Axis Mundi</title><content type='html'>Op. 27, number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-x--pTuqz4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-x--pTuqz4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rec. 1922&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J%C3%B3zef_Hofmann"&gt;Józef Kazimierz Hofmann&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (20 January 1876 – 16 February 1957) was a Polish-American virtuoso pianist and composer. Many connoisseurs consider him one of the greatest pianists of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sergei Rachmaninoff considered Hofmann his superior as a pianist and dedicated his Piano Concerto No. 3 to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hofmann's invention of pneumatic shock absorbers for cars and planes earned him a fortune in the early 20th century. His other inventions included medical devices, a furnace that burned crude oil, a device to record dynamics in reproducing piano rolls that he perfected just as the roll companies went bust, another piano invention, and a house that revolved with the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NB:[All text in this particular post has been cut and pasted from the wikipedia article about the pianist being discussed, unless otherwise noted!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hofmann, rec. 1935:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cw1YqjaR7I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8cw1YqjaR7I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Rubinstein"&gt;Artur Rubenstein&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (1887 – 1982) was a Polish-born American pianist. He received international acclaim for his performances of the music of a variety of composers, and is widely considered one of the greatest pianists of the twentieth century. Although best known as a recitalist and concerto soloist, Rubinstein was also considered an outstanding chamber musician. Rubinstein recorded much of the core piano repertoire, particularly that of the Romantic composers. With the exception of the Etudes, he recorded most of the works of Chopin. He was one of the earliest champions of the Spanish and South American composers and of French composers who, in the early 20th century, were still considered "modern" such as Debussy and Ravel. Rubinstein, in conversation with Alexander Scriabin, named Brahms as his favorite composer, a response that enraged Scriabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rec. 1964, Great Hall of the Moscow Conservatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kmo0H3jxGCA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kmo0H3jxGCA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_de_Pachmann"&gt;Vladimir von Pachmann&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (1848 – 1933) was a pianist of Russian-German ethnicity, especially noted for performing the works of Chopin, and also for his eccentric on-stage style. Pachmann was born in Odessa, Ukraine.&lt;br /&gt;Pachmann was one of the earliest to make recordings of his work, beginning in 1906 with recordings for the Welte-Mignon reproducing piano and in 1907 for the gramophone. He was also famous for gestures, muttering, and addressing the audience during his performance; the 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica judiciously characterized it as the "playfulness of his platform manner", while critic James Huneker called him the "Chopinzee", and George Bernard Shaw reported that he "gave his well-known pantomimic performance, with accompaniments by Chopin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rec. 1916 and 1925&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwSaHrU7Wk8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwSaHrU7Wk8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_Di%C3%A9mer"&gt;Louis Diémer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (1843 - 1919) was a well-known piano performer and pedagogue in the 19th century, and taught many prominent pianists. Franck composed his Variations Symphoniques for him and he worked closely with many of the major French composers of the time, performing premieres of works by Saint-Saëns, Franck, Fauré and Lalo amongst others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His own playing is technically highly refined, in the ultra-clear French manner. The playing verges on the over-neat, almost even sometimes austere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His few recordings are mostly of his own salon works. This recording of Chopin's Nocturne in D flat was made in c.1903-04. [Cut and pasted from the YouTube comment accompanying the video]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E-Ix8bnCuAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E-Ix8bnCuAc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moriz_Rosenthal"&gt;Moriz Rosenthal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (December 17, 1862 - September 3, 1946) was an American-Jewish pianist of Austro-Hungarian origin. He was a pupil of Liszt and a friend and colleague of some of the greatest musicians of his age, including Brahms, Johann Strauss, Anton Rubinstein, von Bulow, Saint Saens, Massenet and Albeniz. Rosenthal recorded less than three hours' worth of music. What he did record, however, is considered some of the most legendary piano-playing on disc. Rosenthal's wit was legenday. When he heard Horowitz blaze through the octave passages of Tchaikowsky's First Piano Concerto at his Vienna debut, he remarked: "He is an Octavian, but not Caesar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rec. 1936&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/roN3aPBGoVs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/roN3aPBGoVs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claudio_Arrau"&gt;Claudio Arrau León&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (1903 – 1991) was a Chilean pianist known for his interpretations of a vast repertoire spanning from the baroque to 20th-century composers, especially Beethoven, Brahms, Chopin and Liszt. He is widely considered one of the greatest pianists of the twentieth century. Claudio Arrau was of Basque descent. Many claimed that his rich, weighty tone lent his interpretations a distinctive voice, some saying it sounded thick and muddy and others praising its rounded tone, saying it sounded as though Arrau were almost playing the organ or "plowing" his "paws" into the "flexible" keyboard. According to American critic Harold Schonberg, Arrau always put "a decidedly romantic piano tone in his interpretations".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rec. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cK24pARhxZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cK24pARhxZg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dinu_Lipatti"&gt;Dinu Lipatti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (19 March 1917 – 2 December 1950) was a Romanian classical pianist and composer whose career was cut short by his death from Hodgkin's disease at age 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rec. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0VhKERbhkE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e0VhKERbhkE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vladimir_Ashkenazy"&gt;Vladimir Ashkenazy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (born 1937) is a Russian conductor and virtuoso pianist. Vladimir Ashkenazy is renowned for his performances of Romantic and Russian composers. Ashkenazy is also known for his slightly unusual habits in solo piano performance: spurning coat and tie in favor of a white turtleneck and black suit; running (not walking) onstage to the piano; and running offstage after finishing and taking his bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rec. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/baHVZPzK0hA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/baHVZPzK0hA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raoul_Koczalski"&gt;Raoul Koczalski&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (1884 – 1948) was a Polish pianist and composer, who fulfilled his promise (first shown as a child prodigy) to become one of the great pianists of his time. "Raoul Koczalski is one of those last performers who use the romantic freedom in their perfomance" [The last sentence is from the YouTube comment]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rec. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9z25LB6SIIY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9z25LB6SIIY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moura_Lympany"&gt;Moura Lympany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Mary Gertrude Johnstone)(1916 - 2005) was an English concert pianist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rec. 1961&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YpKTSCYFrD0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YpKTSCYFrD0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martha_Argerich"&gt;Martha Argerich&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (born 1941) is an Argentine concert pianist. Her aversion to the press and publicity has resulted in her remaining out of the limelight for most of her career. Nevertheless she is widely recognized as one of the greatest modern-day pianists. In a 2001 article about Martha Argerich for The New Yorker, critic Alex Ross wrote: "Argerich brings to bear qualities that are seldom contained in one person: she is a pianist of brain-teasing technical agility; she is a charismatic woman with an enigmatic reputation; she is an unaffected interpreter whose native language is music. This last may be the quality that sets her apart. A lot of pianists play huge double octaves; a lot of pianists photograph well. But few have the unerring naturalness of phrasing that allows them to embody the music rather than interpret it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rec. 1972&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VaNyRtzsDU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VaNyRtzsDU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurizio_Pollini"&gt;Maurizio Pollini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (born 1942), Italy. Pollini is especially noted for his performances of Beethoven, Schubert, Chopin, Schumann, Brahms, Schoenberg, Webern and for championing modern composers such as Pierre Boulez, Luigi Nono, Karlheinz Stockhausen, Giacomo Manzoni, Roberto Carnevale, Salvatore Sciarrino, Giovanni Sollima, Bruno Maderna. Important modern works were composed for Pollini, notably Nono’s …sofferte onde serene…, Giacomo Manzoni’s Masse: omaggio a Edgard Varèse and Salvatore Sciarrino's Fifth Sonata. While known for possessing an exceptional technique, Pollini is sometimes accused of emotional conservatism. He has conducted both opera and orchestral music, sometimes leading the orchestra from the keyboard in concertos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rec. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6cxkLZoEFEk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6cxkLZoEFEk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_Barenboim"&gt;Daniel Barenboim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (born 1942) is an Argentinian-born pianist and conductor. Barenboim first came to prominence as a pianist but is now perhaps better known as a conductor. Daniel Barenboim is considered one of the most prominent musicians of the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries, as both pianist and conductor. He is noted for his mastery of conveying musical structure, and for a deep sensitivity to harmonic nuances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rec. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZl_5l7UDEs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZl_5l7UDEs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitalij_margulis"&gt;Vitalij Margulis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (born 1928)in the Ukrainian City of Charkov. He received his first piano lessons from his father, whose teacher, Alexander Horowitz, studied with the composer Alexander Scriabin. In 1994, he accepted the post of Professor of Piano at the University of California in Los Angeles.[Cut and pasted from the YouTube comment]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rec. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayLzw5sen3k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ayLzw5sen3k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evgeny_Kissin"&gt;Evgeny Kissin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (born 1971) is a Russian classical pianist and former child prodigy. He is especially known for his interpretations of the works of Chopin, for whom he has felt an affinity since early childhood.&lt;br /&gt;rec. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1p3sUp9GpUU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1p3sUp9GpUU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(these YouTube videos do not allow embedding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lh744NJTDi8"&gt;Lang Lang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CtDRoSIndpQ"&gt;Leon Fleischer&lt;/a&gt;, early 1980s, celebrating the return of function to his right hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-9143194285611355643?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/9143194285611355643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/08/chopin-dmajor-nocturne-axis-mundi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/9143194285611355643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/9143194285611355643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/08/chopin-dmajor-nocturne-axis-mundi.html' title='Chopin D♭Nocturne Axis Mundi'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-4249318152791829667</id><published>2009-08-16T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:12:43.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Selection of Renaissance Hells</title><content type='html'>Limbourg Brothers, 1416&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Soiidc5slDI/AAAAAAAAACg/EvDHTJO0Bt4/s1600-h/limbour-hell-1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370721182497412146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Soiidc5slDI/AAAAAAAAACg/EvDHTJO0Bt4/s320/limbour-hell-1416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan van Eyck, 1430&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SoisaSPKVQI/AAAAAAAAADg/xu-T_-co36E/s1600-h/jan+van+eyck.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370732123211322626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SoisaSPKVQI/AAAAAAAAADg/xu-T_-co36E/s320/jan+van+eyck.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fra Angelico, 1431&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Soii4Lg9NhI/AAAAAAAAACo/0eBfL7Ygi7A/s1600-h/Fra_Angelico-last-judgement-1431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370721641686709778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Soii4Lg9NhI/AAAAAAAAACo/0eBfL7Ygi7A/s320/Fra_Angelico-last-judgement-1431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hans Memling, 1471&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Soip4cZOxxI/AAAAAAAAADY/RX-HMPRk4pI/s1600-h/memling-hell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370729342799103762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Soip4cZOxxI/AAAAAAAAADY/RX-HMPRk4pI/s320/memling-hell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthias Grunewald, 1516&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Soijz5YvAbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GUwWJRX2_to/s1600-h/matthias-grunewald-temptation-of-st-anthony-isenheim+alterpiece-1516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370722667612537266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Soijz5YvAbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GUwWJRX2_to/s320/matthias-grunewald-temptation-of-st-anthony-isenheim+alterpiece-1516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Cranach the Elder, 1525, detail 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SoikNzBDZgI/AAAAAAAAADA/pLvfP1bpXaA/s1600-h/cranach-judgement-1525-detail3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370723112579196418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SoikNzBDZgI/AAAAAAAAADA/pLvfP1bpXaA/s320/cranach-judgement-1525-detail3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cranach, detail 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SoikkvPzd9I/AAAAAAAAADI/9k_YJ1de0N4/s1600-h/cranach-judgement-detail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370723506704316370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SoikkvPzd9I/AAAAAAAAADI/9k_YJ1de0N4/s320/cranach-judgement-detail1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cranach, detail 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Soik3GGiOfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3dGotM5vfJM/s1600-h/cranach-judgement-detail2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370723822077098482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Soik3GGiOfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/3dGotM5vfJM/s320/cranach-judgement-detail2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-4249318152791829667?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/4249318152791829667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/08/selection-of-renaissance-hells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/4249318152791829667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/4249318152791829667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/08/selection-of-renaissance-hells.html' title='A Selection of Renaissance Hells'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Soiidc5slDI/AAAAAAAAACg/EvDHTJO0Bt4/s72-c/limbour-hell-1416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-1500474787013240246</id><published>2009-08-15T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T04:09:22.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~~~ Love and Death in the Year 1347 ~~~        The World of Guillaume de Machaut ~~~~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kRE9yv_T6-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kRE9yv_T6-s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1347, the Black Plague hit Europe. Guillaume de Machaut, the most famous poet and composer of his time, was 47 years old. Boccaccio would write in the Decameron how he and some friends escaped the plague by retreating to a house in the country. Machaut had been working for the recently deceased King John of Luxembourg, King of Bohemia, and he remained there during the plague times, preparing manuscripts of his work, in demand by the royalty and nobility of all Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machaut was the foremost proponent of a new and startling form of music, known as Ars Nova, the New Art. It was the first real phase of that revolutionary musical technique that originated in Europe and eventually spread throughout the world: Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OIXA7BPzRAY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OIXA7BPzRAY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously in Europe, and in all other musics of the world before they were influenced by European music, there was either only the melody played in unison with, perhaps, percussion, or there might be a single note played underneath throughout the whole song, like the drone note of the bagpipes. Classical Indian music still follows this second form. But in the 1200s century composers started to experiment with singing more than one note at a time, although at first perhaps only as simple parallel voices or other naive forms of harmony. In the 1300s, for the first time, composers began to create elaborate, organized compositions with two or more voices singing different lines carefully designed to complement each other: Counterpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at another way, vertically, this results in a series of shifting chords. The effects on human emotions of the way that these chords are chosen and put together in a musical composition has been refined over the centuries to the system that we use today, in every song you hear, everywhere. And Guillaume de Machaut was the first major proponent of the earliest form of this technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_vEuRykohM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_vEuRykohM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machaut was also equally famous as a poet, and the genre he worked in was Courtly Love. In addition, musically he started off at the end of the period of Troubadors and Trouveres, who sang in the older tradition accompanyed only perhaps by a drone note and percussion, and who had sung tales of courtly love for centuries in the banquet halls of the kings of Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courly Love, of course, is that tradition of forbidden love of a courtier for a lady who really should be out of his reach, such as the wife of his lord. The fact that this would utterly subvert the social order of the time and place the life of the lover in mortal peril gave it an illicit thrill that made it the most popular theme of popular art for centuries. The love of Lancelot and Guinevere and the destruction that this wrought for the court of King Arthur is these days the most famous story remembered from this tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machaut was a tuneful composer who entertains the popular ear. He also composed one of the first set-piece masses, as the Ars Nova technique began to be used in church music. Pope John XXII wrote annoyed letters asking what the hell was up with all the extra notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qaykDzracF8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qaykDzracF8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machaut was the most famous artist of his time. His face is recognizable in a number of portraits (that isn't him above), and Chaucer, a generation or two later, treasured his expensive copy of Machaut's works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was past middle age, it seems, he was still so famous that he lived a life much like a modern superstar. A beautiful young woman wanted so much to have the ultimate accolade, a love song addressed to her written by the most famous poet and songwriter of Europe, that she became his mistress. Machaut was plenty pleased until one day he got wind of the unflattering accounts of his lovemaking that the young lady was amusing her friends with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame, je sui cilz qui weil endurer&lt;br /&gt;vostre voloir, tant com porray durer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Lady, I am the one who wants to endure your will.&lt;br /&gt;and for as long as I may live&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais ne cuit pas que longuement l'endure&lt;br /&gt;sans mort avoir quant vous m'estes si dure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I do not believe that I will endure it for long&lt;br /&gt;without dying, since you are so harsh to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que vous voles qu'ensus de vous me traie.&lt;br /&gt;sans plus veioir la tres grant biaute vraie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;that you want me to withdraw far away from you.&lt;br /&gt;without seeing any longer the very great beauty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de vo gent corps qui tant a de valour&lt;br /&gt;que vous estes des bonnes la millour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;of your lovely body, which has so much worth.&lt;br /&gt;for you are of all good ladies the best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las! einsi ay de ma mort exemplaire.&lt;br /&gt;Mais la doleur qu'il me convendra traire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alas! Thus I have the model of my death.&lt;br /&gt;But the pain which I must endure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;douce seroit, se un tel espoir avoie&lt;br /&gt;qu'avant ma mort par vo gre vous revoie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;will be sweet, if I have such an expectation&lt;br /&gt;that before I die I see you again, by your leave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame, et se ja mes cuers riens entreprent&lt;br /&gt;dont mes corps ait honneur n'avancement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Lady, if ever my heart should undertake anything&lt;br /&gt;of which I may have the honour and profit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de vous venra, com lonteins que vous soie.&lt;br /&gt;car ja sans vous que j'aim tres loyaument&lt;br /&gt;ne sans Amours emprendre nel saroie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you will be the inspiration, however far away you be.&lt;br /&gt;for never without you, who I love very loyally.&lt;br /&gt;nor without Love, could this be undertaken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-1500474787013240246?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/1500474787013240246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-and-death-in-year-1347-world-of_15.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/1500474787013240246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/1500474787013240246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-and-death-in-year-1347-world-of_15.html' title='~~~ Love and Death in the Year 1347 ~~~        The World of Guillaume de Machaut ~~~~~'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-701878836950654572</id><published>2009-08-14T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:41:21.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SoUpZXbdgJI/AAAAAAAAACY/6JfUkxCmrFQ/s1600-h/cmzwind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369743646471848082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SoUpZXbdgJI/AAAAAAAAACY/6JfUkxCmrFQ/s320/cmzwind.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad owls staring wildly&lt;br /&gt;the mice give themselves up in despair&lt;br /&gt;snakes bemoan their lack of feet&lt;br /&gt;birds search for the lost sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard the books unspeaking themselves&lt;br /&gt;daylight apologising to the night&lt;br /&gt;winds that would only blow beneath the ground&lt;br /&gt;because they were traumatised by clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand me back my feet&lt;br /&gt;listen for where to find your eyes&lt;br /&gt;roll around on the ground looking for your shoes&lt;br /&gt;and stand up like a man again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we were electrons&lt;br /&gt;heisenberg would tell us where we might be found&lt;br /&gt;and we would eat gravity for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as it is&lt;br /&gt;we emit influence without knowing it&lt;br /&gt;and though we think we are fixed while the universe whirls around us&lt;br /&gt;in truth, all our gravities work on all each&lt;br /&gt;and torque us without mercy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so forgive us our physics&lt;br /&gt;as we forgive those who cut in on our valences&lt;br /&gt;as it was in the beginning is now and ever shall be&lt;br /&gt;world without end, amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the painting is 'wind swept', by "cmz"&lt;br /&gt;www.cmzart.blogspot.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-701878836950654572?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/701878836950654572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-heard-wind-blow-it-had-lost-something.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/701878836950654572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/701878836950654572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-heard-wind-blow-it-had-lost-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SoUpZXbdgJI/AAAAAAAAACY/6JfUkxCmrFQ/s72-c/cmzwind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-7088635369537187814</id><published>2009-08-06T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T15:38:21.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Language of the Celts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SnqZ0onVYpI/AAAAAAAAACI/HettG3wF5yk/s1600-h/Agris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366771035500012178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SnqZ0onVYpI/AAAAAAAAACI/HettG3wF5yk/s320/Agris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celts dominated western Europe in the hellenistic and early roman era. Starting from near the type sites of Hallstat, now in Austria, and La Tene, now in Switzerland, between 800-600 b.c., the Celts spread their culture and language all the way to what are now Spain, northern Italy, eastern Europe, and the British Isles. Celts centered in Italy's Po valley sacked Rome in 387 b.c. At the time Julius Caeser conquered Gaul in the mid first century b.c., the area that was to become modern France was considered to be the gravitational center of a powerful, Europe-wide Celtic culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even then, the celtic interlace style that is still current and familiar to us after two and a half millenia was being practiced, as you can see in the detail from the helmet of Agris, France, a detail from which can be seen in our illustration above and left, dated to the 4th century b.c. Later, roman ladies often bought their fibulae, which were like rather large, decorated, safety pins that they used to pin their cloaks together, from celtic sources and decorated with celtic interlace designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, naturally many people these days assume that ireland, scotland, wales, and brittany would be the centers of celtic culture, despite what is know to students of the history of celtic culture, and since the only surviving celtic languages are from these areas (we heard quite a bit of welsh on the radio when driving though powys a few years ago). As we said above, the british isles appear to have been conquered by the celts in the middle of the first millenium b.c., and very little is known about the more indigenous cultures of the islands. Except, we should say, for Ireland, where folklore preserves the names of the cultures that preceeded the celts, including the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fir_Bolg"&gt;Fir Bolgs&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuatha_D%C3%A9_Danann"&gt;Tuatha Dé Danann&lt;/a&gt;. (The weapons of the successive waves of Firbolgs, Tuatha de Danann ("People of the Goddess"), and, finally, Celts, are described in the folk histories.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logically, then, modern celtic languages bear roughly the same relationship to the Gaulish celtic language of ancient times that modern romance languages do to Latin. So, what was Gaulish like? Fortunately, a number of inscriptions, many (as below) written using basically the greek alphabet and inscribed when the romans had not yet broken out of italy, are available and give us a decent idea of Gaulish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we find out is that Gaulish, the ancestor of modern celtic languages, was very close to Latin! It is thought that Latin succeeded Gaulish very easily after it became part of Rome because of this close similarity. A well known example of this similarity is the name of the great warrior who attempted to organise the Gaulish chiefs against Julius Caeser, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vercingetorix"&gt;Vercingetorix&lt;/a&gt;, where the "rix" is the Gaulish version of Latin "rex", king. Also, the word "fir" in the name "Fir Bolgs", means "man", and is the Celtic version of Latin "vir".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly, the reason for this close similarity (Gaulish is much closer to Latin than Greek is) might be in a common origin in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urnfield_culture"&gt;Urnfield cultures of the late bronze age central europe&lt;/a&gt;. Many scholars postulate that both the Hallstat Celts (the earliest archaeological culture recognizable as definitely celtic) as well as the early romans and their relatives the oscans and umbrians, derive from the migration of the Urnfield peoples from central europe southwards and westwards during the tumultuous period at the end of the bronze age and the beginning of the iron age, 1200 - 900 b.c., sometimes known as the "greek dark ages".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little table of some common words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaulish--- English--- Latin&lt;br /&gt;-cue------ and------ -que&lt;br /&gt;es--------- out of-------- ex&lt;br /&gt;are-------- before---- ante&lt;br /&gt;ver-------- over------ super&lt;br /&gt;allos------ second---- alius&lt;br /&gt;tarvos---- bull------- taurus&lt;br /&gt;tri--------- three----- tres, tria&lt;br /&gt;more------ sea------- mare&lt;br /&gt;rix--------- king------- rex&lt;br /&gt;lanum---- plain------ planum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was puzzled when trying to etymologize the medieval name of that ancient celtic settlement, modern Milan, 'Mediolanum'. "Medio-", in the middle of something, but what? "Lanum" - wool? The mystery was solved when I read that in Gaulish, the 'P' was commonly absent at the beginning of words that in Latin would have "pl-". Therefore, Mediolanum would be in Latin Medioplanum, "in the middle of the plain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaulish was also a highly inflected language, as were Latin and Greek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most surviving Gaulish is in brief inscriptions, on stone altars, tombstones, jewellry, and coins. Here are a couple of early inscriptions, from the pre-roman period when the greek alphabet was employed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Sn332zWsLuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/txK06FsZwbU/s1600-h/gaulishInsctiption.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/Sn332zWsLuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/txK06FsZwbU/s320/gaulishInsctiption.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367718851765874402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ϹΕΓΟΜΑΡΟϹ ΟΥΙΛΛΟΝΕΟϹ ΤΟΟΥΤΙΟΥϹ ΝΑΜΑΥϹΑΤΙϹ ΕΙωΡΟΥ ΒΗΛΗ ϹΑΜΙ ϹΟϹΙΝ ΝΕΜΗΤΟΝ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEGOMAROS OUILLONEOS TOUTIOUS NAMAUSATIS EIOROU VALA SAMI SOSIN NEMETON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Segomaros, son of Uillo, toutious (tribe leader) of Namausos, dedicated this sanctuary to Belesama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ΔΟΒΝΟΡΗΔΟ ΓΟΒΑΝΟ ΒΡΕΝΟΔΩΡ ΝΑΝΤΑΡΩΡ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOVNOREDO GOVANO VRENODOR NANTAROR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(apparently dedicated to Gobannus, the Celtic god of smithcraft)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-7088635369537187814?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/7088635369537187814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/08/ancient-language-of-celts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/7088635369537187814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/7088635369537187814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/08/ancient-language-of-celts.html' title='Ancient Language of the Celts'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SnqZ0onVYpI/AAAAAAAAACI/HettG3wF5yk/s72-c/Agris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-3714844278468933546</id><published>2009-08-05T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T02:50:31.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucas Cranach the Elder 1472 - 1553</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/866/PreviewComp/SuperStock_866-4822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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However, this beautiful lullaby does not seem to be confined by the musical conventions of its time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poppea was married to the cruel emperor Nero, and we should mourn for her sad end. Here she has a moment of peace...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adagiati, Poppea,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;acquietati, anima mia:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sarai ben custodita.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oblivion soave&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dolci sentimenti&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in te, figlia, addormenti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Posatevi, occhi ladri;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aperti, deh, che fate,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;se chiusi ancor rubate?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poppea, rimanti in pace;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;luci care e gradite,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dormite, omai dormite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lie down now, Poppea,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hush, my darling;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you shall be guarded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May gentle oblivion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lull sweet thoughts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in you, my child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now rest, thievish eyes;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why stay open&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you can steal all hearts even when closed?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Poppea, rest calmly;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dear eyes, fond eyes,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sleep now, sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-8133400814646054176?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/8133400814646054176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/07/monteverdi-oblivion-soave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/8133400814646054176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/8133400814646054176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/07/monteverdi-oblivion-soave.html' title='Monteverdi - Oblivion Soave'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-2051540599402148895</id><published>2009-07-19T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:01:21.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Invention of the word 'Quality' and the letter 'G'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/jp9334/www/fonts/EtruscanAll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 432px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="https://webspace.utexas.edu/jp9334/www/fonts/EtruscanAll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://webspace.utexas.edu/jp9334/www/fonts/EtruscanAll.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The task he [Cicero] had set himself was to transmute Greek philosophy into a corpus of Latin works that would make sense to Romans. In doing so, he found himself struggling to give Latin some means of expressing abstractions. The word &lt;i&gt;qualitas&lt;/i&gt;, for example, is one of the technical terms Cicero invented, turning up here for the first time in his &lt;i&gt;Academic Questions&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...they called it &lt;i&gt;body&lt;/i&gt; and something like &lt;i&gt;quality&lt;/i&gt; ('how-ness'). You will certainly allow us in these unusual cases sometimes to use words that are novel, as the Greeks themselves do who have long been discussing them."&lt;br /&gt;"As far as we're concerned," said Atticus, "go ahead and use Greek terms when you want, if you Latin fails you." Varro replied, "You're very kind: but I'll endevor to speak in Latin, except for words like &lt;i&gt;philosophy&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;rhetoric&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;physics&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;dialectic&lt;/i&gt;, which along with many others are already customary in place of Latin words. So I have called &lt;i&gt;qualities&lt;/i&gt; what the Greeks call &lt;i&gt;poiotetas&lt;/i&gt;, which even among Greeks is not a word for ordinary people but philosophers, as often. In fact, the logicians have no use for ordinary words: they use their own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Etruscan speakers, who did not hear a difference between [g] and [k], (nor indeed [d] and [t], nor [b] and [p] {tacitus note - these are known in linguistics as 'voiced/unvoiced pairs'}) provided the reason why the letter Γ, Greek gamma... came to be pronounced as [K], and to be distinguished from the K and Q only by the following vowel... This reinterpretation of Γ/C meant that the Latins needed to reinvent a symbol for [g], namely G. Amazingly, we are even told the inventor's name, one Sp. Carvilius Ruga (Plutarch, &lt;i&gt;Roman Questions&lt;/i&gt;, 54). He seems only to have gotten around to this in the third century BC."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from 'AD INFINITVM - a biography of Latin', Nicholas Ostler&lt;br /&gt;image: etruscan alphabet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-2051540599402148895?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/2051540599402148895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-inventions-of-word-quality-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/2051540599402148895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/2051540599402148895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-inventions-of-word-quality-and.html' title='On the Invention of the word &apos;Quality&apos; and the letter &apos;G&apos;'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-1899107801723195050</id><published>2009-03-09T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:10:41.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kansas City Here I Come</title><content type='html'>Benny Moten Orchestra, Thick Lip Stomp, 1926&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPjYG9JsWJw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NPjYG9JsWJw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny Moten Orchestra, Moten Stomp, 1927&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yiM4KM2uAUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yiM4KM2uAUg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans was the birthplace of Jazz, Chicago in the early 20s was its second home, and in the mid to late 20s, New York City became the place to be, but that doesn't mean that great Jazz wasn't played elsewhere. Until prominent Jazz bands became nationally broadcast in the 30s, so-called "Territory Bands" were more common, and the greatest territory band outside of the great capitals of jazz was Benny Moten's Kansas City Orchestra. Getting his start in the early 20s, Benny Moten's band dominated the midwestern-plains circuit. Its earliest recordings in 1923 show a more ragtime based rhythm, but also a focus on the blues that would remain characteristic of the Kansas City Style well into the 30s, and which was one of the elements that made the Basie band the force that brought the living, beating heart back into Jazz in the Swing era, when commercialism and sophistication were threatening to stifle it. By the way, the devil-may-care attitude of Kansas City's Mayor Prendergast and his machine encouraged the proliferation of night clubs with hot music and hotter patrons that made the city the center of vice, accompanied by the swinginest jams ever heard, all through the era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if for no other reason, the Moten orchestra is famous as the birthplace and core of the later Count Basie Band. In fact, Basie got his big break from Moten later in the 20s, and he met a number of later Basie stalwarts, prominently bassist Walter Page, in the Moten band, or in Page's case, even earlier in Walter Page's Blue Devils, later folded into the Moten Band. Basie, and later Goodman, also featured Moten's tune 'Moten Swing' prominently in their playbooks in the 30s. Benny Moten himself, though, wasn't around to hear it. He died prematurely of what should have been a routine operation in 1933, and Basie inherited the greatest territory band that ever was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall hear more of this band as we move through the years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-1899107801723195050?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/1899107801723195050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/03/benny-moten-orchestra-thick-lip-stomp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/1899107801723195050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/1899107801723195050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/03/benny-moten-orchestra-thick-lip-stomp.html' title='Kansas City Here I Come'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-5332798952849404575</id><published>2009-03-08T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:37:53.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Louis Armstrong 1924-25</title><content type='html'>Fletcher Henderson Orchesra with Louis Armstrong, Copenhagen 1924&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/phkJD5qvr5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/phkJD5qvr5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bessie Smith with Louis Armstrong, St. Louis Blues, Jan 1925&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4mb618h-5DM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4mb618h-5DM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1923, Louis Armstrong made his first recordings, with his mentor, King Oliver. In late 1925, he began a series of (studio only) recordings, the Hot 5's and Hot 7's, that utterly transformed the course of jazz forever by establishing the virtuoso solo as the sine qua non for every jazz performance. But what was he doing between these two periods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In New York City, Fletcher Henderson had by 1924 already established his orchestra as the number one jazz group in town. Of course, these NYC black musicians had very different background than the New Orleans trained performers like Armstrong, no matter whether they were black or white. Henderson had already begun the process of creating written arrangements for jazz tunes, an innovation required for the northern musicians for whom improvisational counterpoint was not part of their training, and which would be brought to new heights later by Don Redman. But he had heard Armstrong and knew that he would be a really exciting addition. Armstrong finally listened to the prompting of his wife at the time, Lillian Hardin Armstrong, to strike out on his own, and accepted Henderson's offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Henderson recording here is not the absolute best for highlighting Armstrong's contributions to the band, but you can hear him strike out with the vigorous and driving tone that certainly woke up the new york musicians, and impelled them to sharpen their sense of rhythm, not to mention the proper application of the blues scale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Also, the proud owner of this actual original 78, and a beautiful victrola, has unaccountably chosen to highlight his possesions in a bare room with such live reverberations that they threaten to overwhelm the actual recording. I apologise for being so lazy that I have not yet created my own videos to make up for the lacunae in the You Tube recordings that are currently available. Truly, I am teh lazy blogger!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other recording here is a famous one that Louis made with the Empress of the Blues, Bessie Smith. All through the 20s, Louis would find the time to pick up a few dollars by performing on recordings with singers. (Musicians would only make a flat fee for recordings, with no royalties or residuals, until the successful outcome of the strike they held during WWII. The so-called V-Discs were made by the U.S. Army during this strike to make sure that servicemen would not be deprived of jazz during the strike!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this great recording of W.C. Handy's St. Louis Blues, Armstrong can barely restrain himself from playing while Bessie Smith is singing. In fact, he is not really showing good musical manners! However, the result for us is a feast of virtuoso singing and playing that makes this side one of the most rewarding of Bessie Smith's many fine recordings. Bessie was not as pleased as we might be - she told her producers to never hire Louis again, and the remainder of her recordings from this period often feature Louis' replacement in the Henderson band, the unjustly neglected Joe Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay, for some insane reason there is some copyright issue with this particular recording. it is still, however, a 'must hear' for fans of pops and the empress of the blues)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-5332798952849404575?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/5332798952849404575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/03/louis-armstrong-1924-25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/5332798952849404575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/5332798952849404575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/03/louis-armstrong-1924-25.html' title='Louis Armstrong 1924-25'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-5969002224658830754</id><published>2009-02-05T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:28:30.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Were Lost I'd Come And Find You (Rough Cut)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ed6192949ad7864d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded6192949ad7864d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330458688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47DB6FBFDC95933A3CD72ADDB1B1FECFA3D06ACF.47B470D3F4299EA78684CF47A31BFBE3F5997880%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded6192949ad7864d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpMwg-KXPODDnEi3Di3tJxXG-N7k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ded6192949ad7864d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330458688%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D47DB6FBFDC95933A3CD72ADDB1B1FECFA3D06ACF.47B470D3F4299EA78684CF47A31BFBE3F5997880%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ded6192949ad7864d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpMwg-KXPODDnEi3Di3tJxXG-N7k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were sitting around talking on th' eschaton one night and honey bear kelly says &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hecate don't worry. If you get lost I'd come and find you. &lt;br /&gt;HoneyBearKelly | Homepage | 02.05.09 - 9:51 pm | # &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hecate says why that's the nicest thing anybody ever said to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i says to myself i says 'if you were lost i'd come and find you' that's a song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's kind of rough but what the hell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-5969002224658830754?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ed6192949ad7864d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/5969002224658830754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-were-lost-id-come-and-find-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/5969002224658830754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/5969002224658830754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-you-were-lost-id-come-and-find-you.html' title='If You Were Lost I&apos;d Come And Find You (Rough Cut)'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-1749910933962284906</id><published>2009-01-12T21:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:16:36.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidney Bechet 1923</title><content type='html'>Wild Cat Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ct31n3UGHYc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ct31n3UGHYc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day in New Orleans back before 1910, a band was playing a party in someone's house. From another room they suddenly heard someone playing a wicked clarinet along with the band. I turned out that little Sidney Bechet had picked up his brother's clarinet and just taught himself how to play, that's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bechet kicked around New Orleans in the teens with the rest of the musicians, most of whom, as Louis Armstrong describes in his book My Life In New Orleans, had day jobs. But by the end of the teens things had changed - jazz had become big business, and, ironically, all of the best jazz musicians had left New Orleans. Sidney Bechet was touring Europe with a band, and came across a soprano saxophone one afternoon in a pawnshop in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had always had a ferocious lip, a supernaturally powerful tone, and a scintillating vibrato wide enough to frame the sistine chapel. He also had a nasty temper and tended to get into fights. After one such fracas he was persuaded to leave Europe for a while, so he came back to the United States for a few years, recording this and a few other sides. Discographers joke that he is one band member who can never be mistaken when there is little other information about a rare record: that tone could only be Sidney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 20s and 30s he was in and out of the United States, but soon he settled in France, where he became a national treasure. His innate sense of musical drama, in addition to his tone, sustained many more decades of performing there, and he lived like an aristocrat. He belongs on the roll of true and original New Orleans Jazz geniuses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-1749910933962284906?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/1749910933962284906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/01/sidney-bechet-1923.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/1749910933962284906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/1749910933962284906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/01/sidney-bechet-1923.html' title='Sidney Bechet 1923'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-7857889007623256869</id><published>2009-01-08T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:32:37.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Bix, 1923-4, and the Chicago Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhXKRtqvI4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nhXKRtqvI4c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wolverines, copenhagen, 1924&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iKHmxm1uPQY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iKHmxm1uPQY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans Rhythm Kings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqd4Rqz6g2g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nqd4Rqz6g2g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in Davenport, Iowa, in the years around 1920, a teenager with a cornet kept on playing his Original Dixieland Jazz Band records over and over, trying to play along with them on his cornet. Aspiring jazz musicians have done the same ever since, playing along with the recordings of their idols, trying to learn the trick of playing and composing at the same time that is what jazz improvisation is all about, not to mention giving it a little bit on what's in your heart so that you are speaking with your own voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bix grew up in a middle class family with a bit of a taste for music, but his father strongly disapproved of jazz, and this fact cast a shadow over Bix's entire life. Nevertheless, he persisted in learning the cornet, and a wise teacher hired by his parents told them that he played all wrong, but that he was not going to interfere because the young man was "getting excellent results". In fact, Bix was perfecting a unique and wonderful cornet style that still stands out, featuring a beautiful bell-like tone, and perfectly formed eighth and sixteenth notes with an miraculously formed attack. His tone has been compared to "BBs hitting a bell", and, most poetically by Eddie Condon, who compared it to "a girl saying yes". Even Louis Armstrong was impressed: "those pretty notes went right through me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bix also had a firm grasp of modern harmony, and his solos are just as well known for their beauty and advanced harmonic conception. On famous composition, In A Mist, recorded on the piano by Bix, is really more of an impressionist piano composition than a jazz piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bix was also recorded early on at Gennett records. He was playing with the Wolverines, a small group formed to play in the clubs and summer resorts of the midwest. As the records filtered out, musicians all over the country pricked up their ears when Bix's clear, beautiful tone leapt out. These early recordings of Bix have a charm all their own, but we will return to Bix later on for a look at his career when he was in the big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also included are some Gennett sides by another northern white group, the New Orleans Rhythm Kings. They are known for self-consciously including what were considered "black" elements into their playing, chiefly a bluesy sound that contrasted with the ricky-ticky rhythms and straight intonation that characterized some other white groups of the time. It made a big impression on their peers, including Bix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, these Gennett recordings document the second generation of jazz players, young kids in the midwest who had never been in New Orleans. It was the good luck of Gennett to be the only record company in the midwest at the point in time when the heart of jazz was in Chicago...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-7857889007623256869?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/7857889007623256869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/01/young-bix-1923-4-and-chicago-style_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/7857889007623256869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/7857889007623256869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/01/tacitus-and-mme-voltaire-hang-out-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/2434093246321776665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/2434093246321776665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/01/tacitus-and-mme-voltaire-hang-out-in.html' title='tacitus and mme voltaire hang out in copenhagen, while, back home, master percy the cat relaxes on the deck...'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_el3zB-w4_bs/SWRO_WwJ5AI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EVm0RvZp1JI/s72-c/baby+bear+camera+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-6948344379529067571</id><published>2009-01-06T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:29:26.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Oliver's Creole Jazz Band with Louis Armstrong</title><content type='html'>King Oliver's Creole Jazz Band, "Mandy Lee Blues", "I'm Gonna Wear You Off My Mind", "Chimes Blues", 1923&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXZiMLmf6KY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXZiMLmf6KY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Oliver's Creole Jazz Band, "Just Gone", 1923&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/efaTlg2XsTI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/efaTlg2XsTI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Oliver's Creole Jazz Band, "Canal Street Blues", 1923&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T2QEBshAQ68&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T2QEBshAQ68&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Oliver's Creole Jazz Band, "Snake Rag", 1923&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IE6yvryfPnU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IE6yvryfPnU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1922 when the then obscure Kid Ory's Sunshine Orchestra became the first authentic african american jazz band from New Orleans to record. However, these few sides didn't have nearly the impact of the substantial series of recordings that King Oliver's band made for Gennett Records in 1923. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Oliver"&gt;King Oliver&lt;/a&gt; was one of the three great Cornet Kings of New Orleans. He was famous for his effects on cornet, where he pioneered the use of mutes, especially the wah-wah style use of the plunger mute. His famous "crying baby" routine was unfortunately never recorded, but you can hear a little bit of his wonderful creamy crying tone especially at the very end of Mandy Leee Blues. (Unfortunately we don't have a You Tube posting of his famous solo on Dippermouth Blues, q.v.) By 1922 he was installed in the Lincoln Gardens in Chicago, where young white aspiring jazz musicians, including eventually a young Bix Beiderbecke, would sneak in and sit transfixed in front of the band stand, watching him in amazement, as well as Johnny Dodds with his incendiary clarinet tone, and his little brother Baby Dodds, who is famous for pioneering the modern trap set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1923, however, King Oliver was suffering from gum disease, and found it difficult to play a complete set. He sent for Louis Armstrong, who around then had been playing on a riverboat on the mississippi. Louis played with a big, open tone, which contrasts with the smaller, plunger-muted tone that King Oliver was still playing at that time. Louis Armstrong's first recorded solo can be heard here on the third cut on the first 'video', "Chimes Blues". It shows his high level of musical training by that point, being a very organised and composed solo, almost like a classical composition exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gennett_Records"&gt;Gennett studios&lt;/a&gt; in Richmond, Indiana was the project of the Starr Piano company. The big recording studios were in NYC, and didn't make it out to Chigaco, where the real jazz was happening at that time. Despite being a conservative family of instrument makers with origins in Germany, they knew that african americans were making good music, and they secured their place in american cultural history by being the first to record King Oliver, Louis Armstrong, Jelly Roll Morton, Bix Beiderbecke, and Blind Lemon Jefferson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the studios were not up to the standard of Victor or Columbia. The famous story of the King Oliver recording sessions was how the engineers kept on pushing Louis farther and farther back, because his tone overwhelmed the other musicians on the test pressing, until he was standing in the hall. Even with the primitive recording standards, these sides have a wonderful cheerfulness that, along with the amazing hot solos, demonstrates what kept Bix and the others coming back to Lincoln Gardens night after night back in 1923...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-6948344379529067571?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/6948344379529067571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/01/king-olivers-creole-jazz-band-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/6948344379529067571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/6948344379529067571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/01/king-olivers-creole-jazz-band-with.html' title='King Oliver&apos;s Creole Jazz Band with Louis Armstrong'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-6052765693685432400</id><published>2009-01-02T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:34:42.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you're not moaning, you're not singing the blues"</title><content type='html'>Mamie Smith, "Crazy Blues", 1920&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7aQAv-hBUmY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7aQAv-hBUmY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bessie Smith, "Nobody Can Bake A Sweet Jellyroll Like Mine", 1923&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AQ5TelpSv50&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AQ5TelpSv50&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bessie Smith, "Yellowdog Blues", 1925&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcrx2-vvwC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcrx2-vvwC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bessie Smith, "You Gotta Give Me Some", 1929&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKn-QVQzISo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xKn-QVQzISo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bessie Smith, "Do Your Duty", 1933&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5T87_KuVC8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5T87_KuVC8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, americans grow up immersed in the blues. The blues is in every type of american music, even country music. Musically speaking, the essence of the blues is the blue note, the subtle and seductive bending of the pitch of the note out of the strict scale so that is falls between the keys of a piano. We all know exactly how it's supposed to sound, exactly how the note should be bent to get that moaning, heart-twisting blues sound that is the heart of any guitar solo that ever existed in rock 'n' roll, and the way that americans sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before 1920 most americans had never heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when Crazy Blues was recorded in 1920 by one &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mamie_Smith"&gt;Mamie Smith&lt;/a&gt;, the effect was electric. Now, the band on this record is out of tune, and is no longer considered a great recording, but it is an important historical document, and a million seller that was instantly famous at the time, and changed forever american's idea of how a popular song should be sung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans already knew about the blues from the success of W.C. Handy's St. Louis Blues, but this was sold as sheet music and played on the piano by white americans who had no notion of the blues scale. However, as soon as Crazy Blues came out the real blues sound went viral. Everybody knew that it was the real thing, and how american music had to sound. In the stilted white manner of the time, newspapers published instructions on how to moan like a real negro blues shouter, and African americans wrote in amazement about how white people were shaking their hips, letting it all loose when they sang and generally trying to get as black as possible. Even Fiorello La Guardia, then a republican congressman and later mayor of NYC, hosted a blues singing contest in 1923, and nobody was surprised that all the top contestants were black women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bessie_Smith"&gt;Bessie Smith&lt;/a&gt;, of course, soon became The Empress of the Blues. She remained a superstar right up to her tragic death in a car accident in 1937. Her smooth, strong voice and impeccable phrasing defined what a blues vocal should sound like, and remains the gold standard. She was hard living woman to be reckoned with. The story goes that she was singing a big tent show in the south one night when word got in that some KKK members were coming around to make trouble, and that Bessie had better get out. Instead, she went right outside the tent and confronted the klansmen: "you better just pick them sheets up and run right now, or else I'm gonna get this whole tent out here". That did the trick...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-6052765693685432400?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/6052765693685432400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-youre-not-moaning-youre-not-singing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/6052765693685432400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/6052765693685432400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-youre-not-moaning-youre-not-singing.html' title='&quot;If you&apos;re not moaning, you&apos;re not singing the blues&quot;'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-9029281604446733300</id><published>2009-01-01T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:27:55.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jazz Craze Is On!</title><content type='html'>Original Dixieland Jass Band, Dixie Jass Band One Step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ykzWvnm_YE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ykzWvnm_YE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frisco Jass Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxoaF68EJBo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxoaF68EJBo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original Dixieland Jazz Band, St. Louis Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cKyGxoYXurU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cKyGxoYXurU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jazz Craze was on, but what, exactly, was jazz and where could you get some? Until about 1923, the ODJB was the only genuine New Orleans jazz band doing any recording. The popular image of jazz was that it was wild and crazy, vulgar and noisy, and created on the spot by inspired musical illiterates. The ODJB, like african-american musicians had for decades before them, went along with the fiction that the music was improvised from scratch on the spot, that it couldn't be written down, and that they couldn't read music anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The association of the saxophone with jazz also took hold in this ealy period, even though saxophones had rarely been seen in New Orleans bands before. The standard lineup in the teens had been clarinet, cornet, and trombone, accompanied by bass, drums, and guitar or piano. (The guitar, of course, was replaced by the banjo during the 20s because of how well the banjo registered with the pre-electric recording of the day). But for some never-explained reason, the public got it into its head that that wild and crazy saxophone just had to be in a jazz band! The ODJB dutifully went along and added a saxophonist to its lineup, and musicians set about figuring out how to get a jazzy sound out of the rather bland natural saxophone tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featured here today are the 'Dixie Jass Band One Step', one of the ODJB's original wild and crazy signature tunes, a tune by a non-New-Orleans group led by saxophonist Rudy Wiedoeft, and a great rendition by the ODJB of W.C. Handy's St. Louis blues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please listen carefully for the amazingly hot clarinet blues solo after the corny singing in St. Louis Blues. The solo sounds to me amazingly like the blues harp solos played by Little Walter with Muddy Waters in the records they made in the early 50s! Wow! Clarinettist Larry Shields was certaintly the musical star of the group! You can also hear the bland tone of the saxophonist that had been added...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tune by the Frisco Jass Band as been added to give you and idea of the not very authentic or exciting non-New-Orleans jazz bands that sprang up to fill the demand for jazz that the recording industry was not really meeting, despite the fact that Louis Armstrong, King Oliver, Kid Ory, Jelly Roll Morton, and Sidney Bechet were all playing at the time. None of them would be recorded before 1922.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-9029281604446733300?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/9029281604446733300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/01/jazz-craze-is-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/9029281604446733300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/9029281604446733300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2009/01/jazz-craze-is-on.html' title='The Jazz Craze Is On!'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-4868024840593821706</id><published>2008-12-30T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:22:36.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Dixieland Jass Band - "Livery Stable Blues" and "Tiger Rag"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F3mutvRSqnI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F3mutvRSqnI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L6yMvzxDqsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L6yMvzxDqsQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first jazz record?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, this is not an obscure question. In 1916, real jazz musicians and bands from New Orleans had begun to appear here and there in vaudeville shows and in a couple of spots in chicago. The story goes that eccentric dancer Joe Frisco saw the musicians that would later compose the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Original_Dixieland_Jazz_Band"&gt;Original Dixieland Jass Band&lt;/A&gt; down in New Orleans and pitched them to his buddies up in Chicago and New York...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, by late 1916, the Original Dixieland Jass Band was in residence at Reseweiber's Cafe in NYC near Columbus Circle, Still a hotspot in those days. A white group, they were still wild and untamed by contemporary standards and most people believed that the music was improvised on the spot and even that it violated all possible musical 'rules'. Victor recorded them in early 1917 and the resulting sides caused a national sensation, becoming one of the early million selling records (only things like recordings of Caruso had sold anything like that before). Jazz had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are always the accusations of racism, since the very white ODJB remained the only real New Orleans group to be recorded for the next five years, and african americans are credited with being the mainspring of inspiration for jazz as well as other innovative foundations of american culture. It is well known, that Freddie Keppard, one of the black "Trumpet Kings" of New Orleans jazz, was offered a recording contract in 1916, but turned it down because he was so paranoid about other cornet players stealing his tricks (he was reputed to throw a handkercheif over his fingers when he spotted another cornet player in the audience so that they couldn't even copy his valve work!). Kid Ory's band finally recorded in 1922, and in 1923 a large body of work was recorded by King Oliver's Creole Jazz Orchestra, including Louis Armstrong's first recorded solos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in 1917, the ODJB was jazz, and is earliest example of the real thing that we have. The sound was a revelation, and jazz, although it has changed rapidly throughout the decades, has never stopped being at the heart of american culture since then. May I add that "Livery Stable Blues" and "Tiger Rag" still kick ass after all these years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-4868024840593821706?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/4868024840593821706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2008/12/original-dixieland-jass-band-livery.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/4868024840593821706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/4868024840593821706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2008/12/original-dixieland-jass-band-livery.html' title='Original Dixieland Jass Band - &quot;Livery Stable Blues&quot; and &quot;Tiger Rag&quot;'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-8850345882558019561</id><published>2008-12-28T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:46:12.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>James P. Johnson, King of Stride</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/123Ul0qLzG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/123Ul0qLzG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first 16 years of the 20th century, before most americans had heard of the word "jazz", American Popular Music was a mashup of different styles - ragtime in a degenerate, fast, and not very interesting evolution, sweet string orchestras playing waltzes and sentimental ballads crooned by irish tenors, players of a hybird 'banjo-mandolin' together with violin players forming "gypsy orchestras", Sophie Tucker and Al Jolson belting out "blackface" tunes on the vaudeville circuit and the Ziegfield Follies, brass bands playing Souza marches. The blues had become well known to americans since 1912 due to the popularity of W.C. Handy's Dallas Blues and St. Louis Blues, but only through sheet music - most americans would not learn what a real blues note sounded like until Mamie Smith recorded "Crazy Blues" in 1920, unleashing the second wave of blues popularity. The general level of "heat" found in american music was pretty tame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But up in Harlem in the teens, the locals were re-invigorating the ragtime style with something faster, harder-edged, and bluesier, which they called "Stride". And &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_P_Johnson"&gt;James P. Johnson&lt;/a&gt; was the greatest of the stride masters. He also wrote The Charleston, and another tune that didn't become popular until WWII, "If I Could Be With You One Hour Tonight" (which i first heard from the lips of that great interpreter of swing, Bugs Bunny). He can be heard backing Bessie Smith in many of her classic recordings, and Fats Waller studied under him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the late 20s James P was behind the times and out of style, but his influence had already pervaded the jazz piano style and dominated it until the late 30s. Here he is back in the old days and at his best, playing "Harlem Strut"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-8850345882558019561?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/8850345882558019561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2008/12/james-p-johnson-king-of-stride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/8850345882558019561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/8850345882558019561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2008/12/james-p-johnson-king-of-stride.html' title='James P. Johnson, King of Stride'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-3092955380706407897</id><published>2008-12-27T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:00:35.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1912 - James Reese Europe's Society Orchestra - "Down Home Rag"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sbjNhtNBZrc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sbjNhtNBZrc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America's dance craze began in the 1910s and lasted well into the 50s and 60s. In 1910, white americans were well into the 'ragtime era', and even hotter forms of music produced by america's "colored" community were seeping out into the general population and causing their butts to twitch with a desire to get up and shake it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impeccably refined white couple Irene and Vernon Castle were the premier dance instructors for this segment of white america in the 1910s. The favorite presentation by far was "how NOT to dance the Turkey Trot". The Castles would demonstrate the most earthy, society-unacceptable moves of the Turkey Trot (the ancestor, of course, of the Fox Trot), the hot hot hot moves that everybody really wanted to shock their parents with, all the time warning the audience, toungue in cheek, to NEVER perform these steps under any circumstances!! The Castles were very famous, and were portrayed by Astaire and Rogers in a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Story-Vernon-Irene-Castle-Astaire/dp/6301415132"&gt;1939 movie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whose music did the Castles dance to??? Why, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Reese_Europe"&gt;James Reese Europe's Society Orchestra&lt;/a&gt;, the most prominent colored ensemble of the day! Based in NYC, Europe became so well know through playing for the Castles that a special musical contingent of the US Army National Guard was formed for him, and enabled him to bring 'colored' music to the battlefields of France, where it was reported that the strange, exotic sounds caused even the provincial french butts to unaccountably sway back and forth in a manner that reminded an american musician in Europe's ensemble of the "Eagle Rock", described as a dance movement with its origins in the boudoir... Unfortunately, Europe was killed by a neurotic band member shortly after his triumphant return to the US after the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy here the Society Orchestra's 1912 rendition of Wilbur Sweatman's Down Home Rag...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-3092955380706407897?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/3092955380706407897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2008/12/americas-dance-craze-began-in-1910s-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/3092955380706407897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/3092955380706407897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2008/12/americas-dance-craze-began-in-1910s-and.html' title='1912 - James Reese Europe&apos;s Society Orchestra - &quot;Down Home Rag&quot;'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8366169448179876648.post-8805334830728362641</id><published>2008-12-26T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:51:46.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1928 - Red Nichols - "That's No Bargain!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wAWknHMihdM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wAWknHMihdM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to have been some hostility towards Red Nichols in the jazz community in the 20s - it seemed that he arrived before Bix Beiderbecke as the modernistic innovative white jazz trumpeter, and when Bix arrived, Red, not the genius soloist that Bix was, was seen as somehow maliciously covering him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Red Nichols was a genius at one thing: bringing a group of musicians together to create a unique and exciting sound, getting cutting edge efforts out of his soloists, and getting them to work interactively to craft gemlike recordings. Of Red as a soloist himself, well, his tone is very bright and hard edged, his attack has been described as "military", and his solos, while always innovative, sometimes don't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his best sessions are like nothing else...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8366169448179876648-8805334830728362641?l=jazzincunabula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/feeds/8805334830728362641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2008/12/1928-red-nichols-thats-no-bargain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/8805334830728362641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8366169448179876648/posts/default/8805334830728362641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzincunabula.blogspot.com/2008/12/1928-red-nichols-thats-no-bargain.html' title='1928 - Red Nichols - &quot;That&apos;s No Bargain!&quot;'/><author><name>Tacitus Voltaire</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
