Concertgoing – part X, XI | Listenings by Jason Weiss
The latest concert, two nights ago. What, even, to call the music? If that matters. It wasn't jazz, or punk, or traditional music. And yet, more than threads...
The latest concert, two nights ago. What, even, to call the music? If that matters. It wasn't jazz, or punk, or traditional music. And yet, more than threads...
How to account for twenty-eight years of listening to music in New York, almost a blur. So many, many performances; in clubs, spaces, theaters, museums, bars, homes, parks,...
From the time I was eighteen, nineteen, I began to get up to date on the jazz avant-garde. That meant a lot of listening, buying records as I...
A mad plan, I would never attempt it: to account for every concert I had attended. Even if I could, what then? The music's gone; all that's left...
A few years ago, I wrote a book of short texts that aimed to take stock of some five decades of listening. The project grew out of a...