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081: Maria Schneider, ‘The Pretty Road’

Maria Schneider’s music has been called “evocative, majestic, magical, heart-stoppingly gorgeous.” It defies genre-categorization. In format, it’s standard Big Band, but the music exhibits a symphonic palette, broad and complex and rich and intriguing. Her compositions are often compared to those of Mahler and Copland. They’re ephemeral, transcendental and melodic, often simultaneously. Not impressionistic, but carefully thought out and planned and considered. Incorporating the vast, open, airy Minnesota landscape where she was raised. Thoroughly modern, thoroughly American, thoroughly personal. She’s even been called Nabokovian! A brainy romantic, passionate, an aural aviatrix.

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265: Dion DiMucci, ‘Abraham, Martin and John’

Dion, from doo Wop to Dylanizer.
More swagger than Jagger.

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264: Folk’Avant, ‘9th of August’

For 12 days now I’ve listened to nothing other than this Swedish-Finnish folkmusik trio –a voice, a fiddle and concert kantele. Enchanted cembalo rock. Without rocks.

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098: John Sebastian, ‘Younger Generation’

When I’m “trying to tell a stranger about rock and roll”, trying to explain just how wise and sophisticated it can be, I often refer to ‘Younger Generation’, an expectant father’s apprehensions about the daunting task awaiting him.
One of the best songs to come out of the world of rock.

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263: Lovin’ Spoonful (John Sebastian), ‘Summer in the City’

In which John Sebastian confesses how The Spoonful’s urban heat hit was influenced by a pastoral Israeli folk song. I kid ye not. Back o’ my neck gettin’ dirt and gritty.

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236: Jacob Collier, ‘Hideaway’

If you ever want to know what’s new in music, check out what Jacob Collier’s been doing for the previous couple of months.
Last night I had the rare privilege of seeing him perform in Tel Aviv.
People were saying “I’m going to be able to say to my children that I saw him when.”
I was saying, “This is not real. What I’m seeing and hearing can’t be real. It’s superhuman.”

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262: Bob Dylan, ‘Went to See the Gypsy’ (“Another Self-Portrait”)

In 1970, Dylan seemed so intent on releasing his first terrible album that he left out all the good stuff.
Here’s the good stuff.
Welcome to Dylanland.

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094: Brad Mehldau, ‘Martha, My Dear’ (“Live in Marciac”)

Brad Mehldau is young (big tattoo on his forearm), eclectic, handsome and shy and spiritual and articulate and spooky intelligent. Oh, yeah, and he plays with two different hands. I mean, they’re independent of each other, connected by chance to one torso. His left hand alone can play what most fine jazz pianists can do with both. Leaving his right hand to explore another alternative tonal world. So all you ‘I really don’t like too much jazz’ folks out there, do yourselves a favor – give Brad Mehldau a listen, anything at all – standards, Beatles, Radiohead, originals.

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