Friday Night Music: State Street Chicago

ByRobert Spencer on March 4, 2016
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Sun Ra

Robert Spencer here with tonight’s Friday Night Music selection: Sun Ra’s “State Street Chicago.”

Sun Ra was a true American original: a pianist, bandleader, composer and arranger of extraordinary talent, who could reproduce and fully notate an arrangement after hearing it once on the radio. He was also an eccentric who insisted (and never broke character) that he was only visiting the earth from Saturn, and assembled a melange of esoteric philosophy and poetry that graced his album covers and made his band rehearsals part musicianship and part an introduction to a gnostic society of initiates.

He revered order and harmony, and jazz as a perfect expression of that order and harmony as well as, in the solos, an expression of each soul’s individuality. His music is at times big band music of the style that was popular in the 1930s and 1940s, and at times resembled was the dissonance and apparent chaos of the free jazz that John Coltrane, Pharoah Sanders and Albert Ayler were playing in the mid-1960s. At times it was a bit of both.

This piece, composed by Sun Ra, is very inside and swings massively — with Sun Ra’s keyboard work hinting just a bit at other worlds.

Recorded in December 1986:

Sun Ra – piano, synthesizer, vocals
Randall Murray – trumpet
Tyrone Hill – trombone
Pat Patrick – alto saxophone, clarinet
Marshall Allen – alto saxophone, flute, piccolo, oboe
Danny Ray Thompson – alto saxophone, baritone saxophone, flute, bongos
John Gilmore – tenor saxophone, clarinet, timbales
Eloe Omoe – alto saxophone, alto clarinet, bass clarinet
James Jacson – bassoon, Ancient Egyptian Infinity Drum
Ronald Wilson – tenor saxophone
Carl LeBlanc – electric guitar
Tyler Mitchell – bass
Thomas Hunter, Earl “Buster” Smith – drums

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  • tyh

    Muslims are religion addicts. The drug of choice for muslims is – islam. Like drug addicts need drugs, muslims need islam. There are various other religious drugs in the market. But users of these other drugs are not addicted to them, like muslims are addicted to islam. In addition, other religious drugs do not have any significant effect on their users. The drug of islam on the other hand, has tremendous effect on the lives of muslim addicts. No other religious drug is as potent as islam. The psychoactive constituent responsible for islam’s potency is – allah. Muslims commonly overuse the islam drug leading to highly detrimental effects. Aside from extreme potency, the reason why the islam drug has such tremendous effect on the user is that islam is much more than a mere drug. It is an entire drug lifestyle.

    Short term side effects of islam are – Irritibility, sluggishness, sexual frustration, anger, bitterness, anxeity et al. Long term side effects of islam are – Delusions of victimhood, self-righteousness, rancor, loss of intellect, hatred, sexual deprivation, sexual repression, death, murder, rape, destruction, mayhem, chaos, war, need to run to other countries, decline in quality of life, decline in happiness, joy, pleasures, loss of freedom et al.

    • Steve

      Sounds like Islamism Syndrome. I recommend lead treatment twice a day 38 caliber or higher and mo-termination whenever it appears as a terror’ble disorder linked to associations with cults and assorted ex-cons. Its a strange disorder that will turn a community or a country crazy if it takes hold. It must be dealt with accordingly with courage and persistence or else.

  • EJO

    Victor Borge – Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 piano jokes

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8R0ZwYvXpg

  • EJO
  • EJO

    It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the
    darkness.

    ~ Edward Bulwer-Lytton
    ———-
    A blonde goes into a nearby store and asks a clerk if she can buy the TV in the corner. The clerk looks at her and says that he doesn’t serve blondes, so she goes back home and dyes her hair black.

    The next day she returns to the store and asks the same thing, and again, the clerk said he doesn’t serve blondes. Frustrated, the blonde goes home and dyes her hair yet again, to a shade of red. Sure that a clerk would sell her the TV this time, she returns and asks a different clerk this time.

    To her astonishment, this clerk also says that she doesn’t serve blondes. The blonde asks the clerk, “How in the world do you know I am a blonde?” The clerk looks at her disgustedly and says:

    “That’s not a TV.

    It’s a microwave!”
    ———-
    A guy walks into a pub and sees a sign hanging over the bar which reads, “Cheese Sandwich: $1.50; Chicken Sandwich:
    $2.50; Hand Job: $10.00.”

    Checking his wallet for the necessary payment, he walks up to the bar and beckons to one of the three exceptionally attractive blondes serving drinks to an eager-looking group of men.

    “Yes?” she enquires with a knowing smile, “Can I help you?” “I was wondering,” whispers the man, “Are you the one who gives the hand jobs?” “Yes,” she purrs, “I am.” The man replies:

    “Well, go wash your hands.”

    “I want a cheese sandwich!”
    ———-
    “Babe is it in?” “Yea.”
    “Does it hurt?” “Uh huh.”
    “Let me put it in slowly.” “It still hurts.”
    “Okay, let’s try another shoe size.”
    ———-
    For some time, many of us have wondered who is Jack Sh*t? We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, “You dont know Jack Sh*t.” Well, thanks to my efforts, you can now respond in an intellectual way.

    Jack Sh*t is the only son of Awe Sh*t, who married O Sh*t, the owners of Knee Deep ‘N Sh*t, Inc. In turn, Jack Sh*t married No Sh*t. The couple had six children, Holy Sh*t, Giva Sh*t, Fulla Sh*t, Bull Sh*t, and the twins Deep Sh*t and Dip Sh*t.

    Deep Sh*t married Dumb Sh*t, a high school dropout. After 15 years, Jack and Noe Sh*t got divorced, and she married Ted Sherlock and became Noe Sh*t Sherlock. Meanwhile, Dip Sh*t married Lotta Sh*t and had a rather nervous disposition named Chicken Sh*t.

    Fulla Sh*t and Giva Sh*t married the Happens brothers, and had a double wedding. The newspaper invited everyone to the Sh*t-Happens wedding. Bull Sh*t traveled the world and returned home with an Italian bride, Pisa Sh*t.

    So from now on, no one can tell you that you don’t know Jack Sh*t!
    ———-
    A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with three young mothers and their small children.

    “You all have obsessions,” he observed. To the first mother he said, “You are obsessed with eating. You’ve even named your daughter Candy.”

    He turned to the second mom. “Your obsession is money. Again, it manifests itself in your child’s name, Penny.”

    At this point, the third mother got up, took her little boy by the hand and whispered:

    “Come on, Dick, let’s go.”
    ———-
    An elderly couple are in church. The wife leans over and whispers to her husband, “I just let out a long, silent fart. What should I do?” The husband replies:

    “First off, replace the batteries in your hearing aid!”
    ———-
    Bob was in trouble. He forgot his wedding anniversary. His wife was really angry. She told him “Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in 6 seconds AND IT BETTER BE THERE!”

    The next morning he got up early and left for work. When his wife woke up, she looked out the window and sure enough there was a box gift-wrapped in the middle of the driveway.

    Confused, the wife put on her robe and ran out to the driveway, brought the box back in the house.

    She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale.

    Bob has been missing since Friday.
    ———-
    There is an overweight guy who is watching TV. A commercial comes on for a guaranteed weight loss of 10 pounds in a week. So the guy, thinking what the hell, signs up for it.

    Next morning an incredibly beautiful woman is standing at his door in nothing but a pair of running shoes and a sign about her neck that reads, “If you can catch me, you can have me.” As soon as he sees her, she takes off running. He tries to catch her, but is unable. This continues for a week, at the end of which, the man has lost 10 pounds.

    After this he tries the next weight loss plan, 15 pounds in a week. The next morning an even more beautiful woman is standing at the door, in similar conditions. The same happens with her as the first woman, except he almost catches her. This continues for a week, at the end of which he, as suspected, weighs 15 pounds less.

    Excited about this success, he decides to do the master program. Before he signs up, he is required to sign a waiver and is warned about the intensity of this plan. Still he signs up.

    The next morning, waiting at the door, is a hulking 300 pound muscle man with nothing but a pair of running shoes, a raging erection, and a sign around his neck that says, “If I catch you, you’re mine!”

    The man was supposed to lose 25 pounds in the week.

    He lost 34.

    • Steve

      Excellent jokes.

  • Jack

    Ennobled. Yhrhhlok

  • Andy_Lewis

    Speaking of 40s big band music, here’s a tribute to that genre from Christina Aguilera – including a special appearance by Rosie the Riveter:

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hU_M9VC4sW0

    From a time when the civilized world was fighting fascism instead of ramming it down our throats.

    • Steve

      These babes were hot as fire in a time when women were respected and pitched woo instead of insults and assaults by the non-men islamists.