/ Joe Zawinul
Interviews
Wayne Shorter
Wayne Shorter
Chanting, chanting, chanting like singing wafts into the den. With it, the fragrance of fresh cut flowers, incense, and fish frying in the kitchen. For the next half hour, Wayne […]
Fresh Kills
THIRTY-THREE THOUSAND FEET
THIRTY-THREE THOUSAND FEET
The burnt rusted wreckage of crumbling
hills fills canyons with the rub of time […]
DIRTY BABY
BROTHER, SISTER
BROTHER, SISTER
Coffled, tortured, stowed like spoons, cartage of Middle Passage.
Factories, then barracoons, breakage of Middle Passage. […]
Fresh Kills
SUNDAY ROUNDUP
SUNDAY ROUNDUP
An eco-sensitive minimalist, he tagged his targets
on oversized Post-it notes. Cops could never make […]