When trumpeter Jesse Selengut first thought of putting on a jazz festival in Williamsburg, he almost gave up before he started. At first, he imagined an outdoor event, but he quickly realized that would mean dealing with liquor permits, stage rentals, possible rain delays, crowd control, and other hassles.
If you happened to be walking along Fifth Avenue between Sterling Place and St. John’s on a recent evening, the shouts of “Ya-hoo!” resounding from the depths of a cavernous bar during a punk-rock rendition of “Hong Kong Collision” were not in your imagination.
There are four distinct views from within McCarren Pool. West through the giant archway stands the Russian Orthodox Church with its luminous domes.
This is the third collection of American composer Morton Feldman’s words to appear in print. Valuable though it is, it suffers from the same general omission as its predecessors: It fails to reproduce Feldman’s monumental jokes.
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Afro-Cuban musics polyrhythmic structures evolved from ceremonial African hand-drum ensembles; rumba, like Puerto Rican bomba, fused hand-drummers, singers, and dancers, while in a 1930s innovation on Havanas band scene, Arsenio Rodriguez beefed up bongo-driven son with the congas deeper resonance.
In an age bored by concert halls, swamped with CDs, and constantly bombarded noise, there comes a need for critical rethinking of how to present music so that the audience is actively involved in the sound.