A440 / Stochastic Hit Parade with Bethany Ryker:
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All the spectacle and clamor you crave...without those pesky crowds.
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| The Story of Modern Farming |
Sidespring
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Someone New | d"Autres Cordes | |
| The Balustrade Ensemble |
The Museums of Sleep
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Capsules | dynamoPHONE | |
| Mike Ellis |
Chicago Spontaneous Combustion Suite
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Chicago Spontaneous Combustion Suite | Alphapocket | |
| Dmitri Shostakovich |
10 Aphorisms
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performed by Melvin Chen | ||
| Boxhead Esemble |
Nocturnes 2 and 10
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Nocturnes | Atavistic | |
| Sawako |
White Sky Winter Chicada
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Hum | 12k | |
| Television Pickup |
Absolute Kelvin
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De Jag Var Lille Var Alting Storre | Boogiepost | |
| Roumi Petrova |
Rebeck Player
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Enchanted Rhythms: Cello Music from Bulgaria | MSR Classics | |
| Paul Bley Trio |
Batterie (Carla Bley)
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Closer | ESP-Disk | |
| Eric Dolphy |
Variants on a Theme by Thelonious Monk (composed by Gunther Schuller)
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Vintage Dolphy | GM | |
| Kahil El'Zabar's Ritual Trio with Billy Bang |
Big M
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Live at The Rive East Arts Center | ||
| Todd Hammes |
Marimba, Pan and Tabla
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Music for Percussion | Innova | |
| Cato Salsa Experience and The Thing with Joe McPhee |
Witch (Gerry Roslie)
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Two Bands and a Legend | Smalltown Supersound |
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bethany:
BUT!!!
I happen to REALLY LIKE the Oscars myself and I'd be watching if I weren't here.
Think about it: there is LOTS of TALENT and ART that is being recognized tonight. Feel free to argue, but that's my take.
NOW: if anyone out there is watching ad keeping track of awards - please fill me in!!! Post a comment when awards are announced!!
Let the noisy/pretty mainstream/periphery comment war begin. Just keep me in the loop with the winners, ok?
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bethany:
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As we have already covered this problem in Chapter Four where we first broached the dilemma of life, let us refresh our memories here. We saw that there really was no way to overcome the real dilemma of existence, the one of the mortal animal who at the same time is conscious of [alarmed at!] his mortality. A persons spends years coming into his own, developing his talent, his unique gifts, perfecting his discriminations about the world, broadening and sharpening his appetite, learning to bear the disappointments of life, becoming mature, seasoned—finally a unique creature in nature, standing with some dignity and nobility and transcending the animal condition; no longer driven, no longer a complete reflex, not stamped out of any mold. And then the real tragedy, as André Malraux [1901 - 1976] wrote in The Human Condition: that it takes sixty years of incredible suffering and effort to make such an individual, and then he is good only for dying. This painful paradox is not lost on the person himself—least of all himself. He feels agonizingly unique, and yet he knows that this doesn't make any difference as far as ultimates are concerned. He has to go the way of the grasshopper, even though it takes longer.
We said that the point was that even with the highest personal development and liberation, the person comes up against the real despair of the human condition. Indeed, because of that development his eyes are opened to the reality of things; there is no turning back to the comforts of a secure and armored life. The person is stuck with the full problem of himself, and yet he cannot rely on himself to make any sense out of it. For such a person, as Camus said, "the weight of days is dreadful." What does it mean, then, we questioned in Chapter Four, to talk fine-sounding phrases like "Being cognition," "the fully centered person," "full humanism," "the joy of peak experiences," or whatever, unless we seriously qualify such ideas with the burden and the dread that they also carry? Finally, with these questions we saw that we could call into doubt the pretensions of the whole therapeutic enterprise. What joy and comfort can it give to fully awakened people? Once you accept the truly desperate situation that man is in, you come to see not only that neurosis is normal, but that even psychotic failure represents only a little additional push in the routine stumbling along life's way. If repression makes an untenable life liveable, self-knowledge can entirely destroy it for some people. Rank was very sensitive to this problem and talked about it intimately. I would like to quote him [Otto Rank] at length here in an unusually mature and sober psychoanalytic reflection that sums up the best of Freud's own stoical world-picture:
{Freud:} A woman comes for consultation; what's the matter with her? She suffers from some kind of intestinal symptoms, painful attacks of some kind of intestinal trouble. She had been sick for eight years, and has tried every kind of physical treatment....She came to the conclusion it must be some emotional trouble. She is unmarried, she is thirty-five. She appears to me (and admits it herself) as being fairly well adjusted. She lives with a sister who is married; they get along well. She enjoys life, goes to the country in the summer. She has a little stomach trouble; why not keep it, I tell her, because if we are able to take away those attacks that come once in a fortnight or so, we do not know what problem we shall discover beneath it. Probably this defense mechanism is her adjustment, probably that is the price she has to pay. She never married, she never loved, and so never fulfilled her role. One cannot ever have everything, probably she has to pay. After all, what difference does it make if she occasionally gets these attacks of indigestion? I get it occasionally, you do too, probably, and not for physical reasons, as you may know. One gets headaches. In other words, it is not so much a question as to whether we are able to cure a patient, whether we can or not, but whether we should or not. {end Freud}
No organismic life can be straightforwardly self-expansive [>inflatit] in all directions [rather: bifurcathinkgly: straightcrookedly all over&under ... self-inflating & remore-shrinking]; each one must draw back into himself in some areas, pay some penalty of a severe kind for his natural fears and limitations. It is all right to say, with Adler [Alfred Adler 1870 - 1937], that mental illness is due to "problems in living,"—but we must remember that life itself is the insurmountable problem.' [dod 270].
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