Top Five Performances
1. Eddie Palmieri, Ben LaMar Gay, Camila Meza, et al.- Millennium Park (The Chicago Jazz Festival)
My review.
2. Carrie Underwood- Sprint Center
My review.
3. Little Joe Hernandez- Barney Allis Plaza (Fiesta Hispana)
My Instagram clip.
4. Logan Richardson, Peter Schlamb, Dominique Sanders and Ryan J. Lee- The Ship
My Instagram clip.
5. The Sextet- RecordBar
My Instagram clip.
Top Five Albums
1. Jóhann Jóhannsson- 12 Conversations With Thilo Heinzmann
My review.
2. Alasdair Roberts- The Fiery Margin
My review.
3. Samantha Fish- Kill or Be Kind
Murderous.
4. Monty Alexander- Wareika Hill: Rastamonk Vibrations
My review.
5. Dylan Pyles- Popular Songs for the Heart
Lo-fi KC freak-folk a la Eugene Chadbourne and Jeff Mangum.
Top Five Songs
1. Fat Joe featuring Cardi B and Anuel AA- “Yes”
I apologize in advance.
2. Earthgang featuring T-Pain- “Tequila”
“Life is full of catchy hooks and uppercuts.”
3. Ameer Vann- “Emmanuel”
Cancel at your own risk.
4. The Highwomen- “Cocktail and a Song”
“Time’s running out.”
5. Alexandra Billings- “Let Her Be Okay”
I’m a crier.
I conducted the same exercise in August, July, June, May, April, March, February and January.
(Original image of Eddie Palmieri by There Stands the Glass.)
Showing posts with label Carrie Underwood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Carrie Underwood. Show all posts
Monday, September 30, 2019
Friday, September 20, 2019
Are You Ready for the Country?
A musician friend recently repeated Steve Earle’s assertion that contemporary country music is “hip-hop for people who are afraid of black people.” I objected. In addition to reeking of sour grapes, Earle’s quip epitomizes the sort of divisive cultural classism that’s contributing to the ongoing societal rupture.
I’m living proof that owning a MAGA hat isn’t required to appreciate current country hits. Sure, the audience at last night’s Carrie Underwood concert was almost entirely white. So what? The audience at the Little Joe Hernandez concert I attended last weekend was almost entirely Latino. I may not like the elective (or the officially mandated) segregation policies in Kansas City, but that doesn’t mean every music lover is racist.
As someone raised on the songs of Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson, I take it personally when an outsider puts down any form of country. I may prefer Colter Wall to Rascal Flatts, but it’s never occurred to me to categorically impugn the character of fans of pop-country. Even though I often joke that lots of people like bad music, I'm won't slander those who choose to listen to sounds I deem inferior.
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I reviewed a concert by Carrie Underwood, Maddi & Tae and Runaway June for The Kansas City Star.
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I write weekly concert previews for The Kansas City Star.
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I critique every set I caught at the Chicago Jazz Festival at Plastic Sax.
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The audio component of my KCUR feature about Robert Castillo and the Sextet is now available for streaming.
(Original image by There Stands the Glass.)
I’m living proof that owning a MAGA hat isn’t required to appreciate current country hits. Sure, the audience at last night’s Carrie Underwood concert was almost entirely white. So what? The audience at the Little Joe Hernandez concert I attended last weekend was almost entirely Latino. I may not like the elective (or the officially mandated) segregation policies in Kansas City, but that doesn’t mean every music lover is racist.
As someone raised on the songs of Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson, I take it personally when an outsider puts down any form of country. I may prefer Colter Wall to Rascal Flatts, but it’s never occurred to me to categorically impugn the character of fans of pop-country. Even though I often joke that lots of people like bad music, I'm won't slander those who choose to listen to sounds I deem inferior.
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I reviewed a concert by Carrie Underwood, Maddi & Tae and Runaway June for The Kansas City Star.
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I write weekly concert previews for The Kansas City Star.
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I critique every set I caught at the Chicago Jazz Festival at Plastic Sax.
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The audio component of my KCUR feature about Robert Castillo and the Sextet is now available for streaming.
(Original image by There Stands the Glass.)
Monday, November 12, 2018
Album Review: Tyshawn Sorey- Pillars
Leaf blowers and Pillars are incompatible. My plan for the daylight hours last weekend was to absorb Tyshawn Sorey’s four-hour epic while doing yard work. The rudimentary process of gathering and bagging the deep bed of leaves that covers my yard would have allowed me to focus on the intricacies of Sorey’s new triptych.
No dice.
Equipped with blaring leaf blowers, my diligent neighbors glared at me as I made my first attempt of the season to clear my yard with a rake. The infernal racket of their machines drowned out the hushed segments of Pillars. I retreated indoors. Hearing Sorey’s crucial work is far more important to me than keeping up appearances. Although Sorey is best known in jazz circles, Pillars is in the tradition of classical-based compositions by the likes of Anthony Davis and John Cage.
The irony of my travails: a few of the most abrasive passages of Pillars resemble the grating drone of leaf blowers.
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Recently at Plastic Sax: I reviewed OJT’s New Originals for the Green Lady and experienced an astonishing epiphany at the Kansas City debut of Kamasi Washington.
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I write weekly concert previews for The Kansas City Star.
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Unlike many jazz devotees, I don't revere Roy Hargrove. I was nonplussed the first time I saw him at a St. Louis club in the early 1990s. And he was a mess the last time I caught him at the 2014 edition of the 18th & Vine Jazz & Blues Festival. When he was on, however, Hargrove was among the best artists I’ve witnessed. I reviewed Hargrove’s band at the Folly Theater for The Kansas City Star, a show that I ranked second on a list of my favorite concerts of 2007. Hargrove died November 2.
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The Residents’ Hardy Fox has died.
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Elle King often sings about the people who do her wrong. She should direct her righteous fury at the knob-twiddlers responsible for the wrongheaded production of Shake the Spirit. Much as the recordings of Fitz and the Tantrums sterilize the band’s retro-soul attack, Shake the Spirit is rendered lifeless by a sound field that makes her Wanda Jackson-esque attack sound like Pat Boone. Here’s “Shame”.
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Even though I have little patience for astrology, Nao’s pseudo-science themed Saturn captivates me. RIYL: Janet Jackson at her weirdest, horoscopes, Frank Ocean at his most conventional. Here’s “Make It Out Alive”.
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After Caroline, 43 minutes of delicious skronk by Jason Stein’s Locksmith Isadore, is RIYL Eric Dolphy, bass clarinet, Evan Parker.
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Vince Staples’ FM! mixtape is disappointing. Here’s “Fun!”.
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A commendable album is hiding underneath multiple layers of sticky varnish on Carrie Underwood’s Cry Pretty. Here’s “Love Wins”.
(Original image by There Stands the Glass.)
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