It got me thinking of Roscoe Mitchell (who thankfully afaik is not infected or sick or anything bad)
But I thought about how I thought of The Art Ensemble of Chicago and how I discovered them back when I was in college and how I thought they were old then. Then, as I’ve expressed before I adore Bells for the South Side which I interpret as an expression of the pain that even after they’ve given so much for so long Chicago remains so deeply stuck in the pattern of urban black on black violence.
I get Mitchell has lived as a working a musician. Which in a way is a dream life but still how it must feel to have lived so long and never see Chicago be what it should be. Maybe I’m just in the mood to be sad but goddamn. How much are people supposed to endure?
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