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Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, lady sings the blues

06.27.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, today's words by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears lady sings the blues By Mark William Jackson always the same song, one for the lonely the cold change forced into the slot pulling the record from its sleep the needle jabs at the delicate vinyl trying to find a vein, wounds howl through the crackling speakers. the […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Play Me a Sad Song

06.26.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, today's words by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Play Me a Sad Song By Pasquale Varallo Mister Band Leader, play me a sad song, make it an eye bleeder. You can’t save my soul; make it a blues song please, no rock and roll. Hold the silver moon, omit all the mush, ditto June and spoon. […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Every Night

06.25.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, today's words by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Every Night By Hugh Fox Every night, it’s all we ever do, seven-thirty or eight over at the Music Building or Wharton Center, so many fanatic genius Russian Jewish cellists, violinists in the music department, a few Brazilians, loads, loads, loads of South Koreans, Chinese, Armenians, here we […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, Sacred Cows

06.24.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, today's words by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears Sacred Cows By Jean McLeod The classicists’ unassailable integrity eludes subtle attempts to alter inviolable design, even when happenstance introduces playful phantasms into works of chaste and vaunted beauty. Discord, by happy accident, perpetuates modification in loop, chorus, riff, ostinoto, pounds in surge and variation; deepens personality, interpretation. […]


Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears, A Still Small Voice

06.23.11 Posted in Contributor Series 9, today's words by

Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears A Still Small Voice By Ray Brown The artist’s melody infused the room. Embraced the audience. A violin, a cello, a flute, a fine-tuned piano. I held her hand spoke to her in a still, small voice. Like a bow to the strings of a violin, it resonated. […]