In other news, I finished the Kenner and for some reason, Bill Dixon reminds me of Ezra Pound; both titans, neither popular. Both crabby, petulant, in ways that undoubtedly didn't help their causes. Of course, Dixon was never a fascist...[his name is trademarked, though!] Too bad, made me think about self-fulfilling prophecies.
I just finally read From Hegel to Madonna: towards a general economy of "commodity fetishism" which, while undoubtedly learned, is precisely the sort of nonesense up with which I refuse to put.
What else...uh...listening to Marion Brown's excellent Three For Shepp and Cecil Taylor's amazingConquistador. Check out the band on that one: Dixon - trumpet, Jimmy Lyons - alto saxophone, Henry GrimesandAlan Silva - bass, Andrew Cyrille - drums. Oh, and Mr. Taylor on piano. hot diggity dog, Oh, and here's another Dixoninterview
More recent music includes Weather Sky, by Toshimaru Nakamura and Keith Rowe, which is largely a thick, cozy drone punctuated (very infrequently) by squiggles and scuttlings: very restrained, almost impenetrable at first listen, but worth it.
