Arditti Quartet, “Harmony IV: Lift Up Your Heads, O Ye Gates - French” (2005)

I still can’t believe that “First Recording” is not one of the immediately available pieces of information when you search for a given work of twentieth-century concert music.

Woah.

jonathanbogart:

If there are any other nerds out there like me who are really into the ten-inch era of LPs (roughly 1948-1955), do a Spotify search for “vintage jazz EP” and check out the album results. Once I get my laptop hooked up to wifi I’m going to be making so many playlists.

Also “vintage dance EP” and “vintage pop EP” and “vintage world EP” and probably others.

Woah.

If there are any other nerds out there like me who are really into the ten-inch era of LPs (roughly 1948-1955), do a Spotify search for “vintage jazz EP” and check out the album results. Once I get my laptop hooked up to wifi I’m going to be making so many playlists.

Carlos Giménez, “Un Día, Un Lugar, Una Cita…” published in Metropol #4, 1983 (and collected in Romances de andar por casa, 1992, and no doubt in later more comprehensive volumes).

I’m posting them as untranslated double-page spreads because what I’m interested in about this story isn’t its literary virtues (it has some, but it has as many if not more vices, particularly some gross sexism), but its formal properties. It’s a seventeen-page story in which the only action is conversation, much of it on the phone; and yet Giménez still keeps it visually dynamic (maybe even too visually dynamic — i.e. melodramatic — for some tastes), with a masterful control of flow and tempo.

Thanks be to the god Walt Kelly for a dumb joke I can make once a month.

the60sbazaar:

Joan Baez in court 

With an apparently immortal Aubrey Plaza sitting behind her.

(via strictlysquaresville)