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They Only Come Out at Night.
In New York City , a search for jazz can be a wild ride across All Five Boroughs and The Island of Manhattan. Up to Harlem and the Bronx, throughout the Upper East and West Sides, Times Square, Midtown, Hell’s Kitchen, Chelsea, Tribeca and on. But no matter the winding of the chosen road, all lead to New York’s outer region of sound, “DOWNTOWN,” as it’s referred to most directly.
The longer and later you’re out, the more likely that’s where you’ll wind up …
DOWNTOWN — WHERE THE STREETS ARE DARKER, THE DRINKS ARE CHEAPER, AND THE MUSIC IS WAY “OUTSIDE” THE BOUNDS OF NORMAL.
— painting by skot olsen
• New York City Jazz Adventures with Dave, Cedric, and Thelonius Skunk.
Shut the Fuck Up!
We’re trying to mae some music down here! Jive-Ass Mother Fuckers.”
— John Zorn (August 1997)
screamed at Czech Republic president Vaclav Havel, U.S. Secretary of State Madeleine Albright, Laurie anderson, and Lou Reed, who were talking during a Bar Kokhba show at The Knitting Factory.
1996 — Vernon Reid with Melvin Gibbs and Ronald Shannon Jackson at the Knitting Factory, Downtown NYC (way) downtown. Fifteen years before, Vernon played guitar in Jackson’s band, The Decoding Society.
Riding with Oswald (w/ One Stick And A Rim)
Will Calhoun, in his old Porsche (details) from his house in the Bronx down to Ornette Coleman in the Village. Riding along was Oswald, his friend and antique instrument historian. Midtown, Paris Hilton-esque traffic light encounter. Jamming with the master. Go into that closet he directed, and where Will found a one (high-hat?) cymbal, one stick and a headless rim. What came of it?
“One of the most memorable music experiences I’ve ever had.”