Listen to those first few trumpet notes. That tone is the epitome of perfection. There is a quiet sadness in the space between his lines, between everybody’s lines. All the players, playing with such melancholy; playing with such effortless control over their instruments, over their emotions. I constantly find myself drawn into the emptiness. And I love it.
Jimmy Cobb, the drummer on the album, said of the recording: “It must have been made in heaven.”
“The hipster movement did not produce artists, but tattoo artists. It did not produce photographers, but snapshot and party photographers. It did not produce painters, but graphic designers. It did not yield a great literature, but it made good use of fonts.”
“If current trends continue, the Department of Education estimates that by 2014 there will be more administrators than instructors at American four-year nonprofit colleges. …When you hire corporate managers, you get managed like a corporation.”—Malcolm Harris, in this devastating piece about the current state of higher ed, “Bad Education” (via austinkleon)
“To string incongruities and absurdities together in a wandering and sometimes purposeless way, and seem innocently unaware that they are absurdities, is the basis of American art, if my position is correct.”—Mark Twain, “How to Tell a Story” (via alaina)